Cirque du Soleil was wonderful. I loved the angels, imagination
and Today I noticed my free-flow writing was about tears, in a
atmosphere created through a passionate flow of fun, energy, and
stretching of physical bounds. I am held by balloons.
way, tears just waiting to fall, like the autumn leaves. They need to
choose their time, or their time is chosen, but I cannot make them come
until they are ready, and I feel them gathering there, behind my
eyes. Actually now, I have the image of them gathered like actors
and actresses, waiting to come onto a huge stage, and perform. I smile.
Today I noticed my free-flow writing was about tears, in a
I am feeling a bit sobered by what is ahead. I have been able to
coffee the last three days, and though it is a small thing, I realize
how much I do enjoy my morning coffee, and it feels odd to know that it
is here for three more days, and, then, I go in and do something to
bring back the impossibility of that for awhile. Perhaps, also, the
truth of losing my hair is hitting more strongly as the days metronome
more closely to the time. I am very attached to my new haircut, and so,
now, having to let hair go again is feeling a bit hard. Vanity reigns. : )
drawn up and released. And so it is! Perhaps it is always, or almost always,
(a nod to Mudita) so.