It's a Friday in Seoul. Going to an exhibition tonight, an arty range of hats on display in cheongdam. Should be a little like a madhatters tea party, with any luck.
Morning yoga is such a treat, at body and seoul, where i be every other weekday morn. Then do the freelance dance, where will it take me??
A creative urge is nagging me, in my left ear, a whispering. Unfortunately it gets caught in the wind tunnel in exit 54 on the left labyrinthe of my brain, and sometime the esoteric sandstorms of my etherical body pick it up and sweep it right away. But I do listen, for a minute..
Time to play! Well work and then play. It's better if you're confused and not sure which is which, from time to time. It can happen, so easily.
Fingers on the keys, pen in the hand, marking, checking - voices, concordance. Meaning and sound, figures abound through the wriggling lives in the inner city. Plug in and move. It's now ~
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i love this :) i hope it was a madhatters tea party and that it was marvelous... freelance dace? i didn't know... and yes, listen to your whispers.... ahhhh... happy sunday lovely.
ReplyDeleteThanks doll. Would love to catch up a glimpse of your uber magic making fire poi belly dancing frenze sometime, sooner better than later ^.~
ReplyDeleteBig hearts and rivers of candy dreams, with molten black star sky power, swirling in a nebulous constellation, is how i'd imagine it to be..