I started playing harmonica at 15 yrs old. I only just found out I can tune it, replace reeds , keep it going forever it, maintain it. The number of harmonicas I threw away and bought new ones which were very often, also out tune or not in concert pitch. Now I find out I completely wrong …all because of the INTERNET!
🙂 it’s a like miracle actually. I could rarely find a harmonica that would play in tune with the piano. Now I can actually tune them!
spontaneous writing on my very own blog: hurtles, backfiring, over the crescent of the yellow hill, dazzled by sunflowers and a myriad daisies and yellow tulips and multiple suns and I’ve been brain washed to thinking what I write and draw can never be quite good enough… what do you think?
I’ve dreamed of you so much that you’re losing your reality.
Is it already too late for me to embrace your living and breathing body
and to kiss that mouth which is the birthplace of that voice so dear to me?
I’ve dreamed of you so much that my arms, grown accustomed to lying crossed upon my own chest in a desperate attempt to encircle your shadow, might not be able to unfold again to embrace the contours of your body.
And coming face-to-face with the actual incarnation of what has haunted me and ruled me and dominated my life for so many days and years
might very well turn me into a shadow.
Oh equilibriums of the emotional scales!
I’ve dreamed of you so much that it might be too late for me to ever wake up again.
I sleep on my feet, body confronting all the usual phenomena of life and love, and yet when it comes to you,
the only being on the planet who matters to me now,
I can no more touch your face and lips than I can those of the next random passerby.
I’ve dreamed of you so much, have walked and talked and slept so much with your phantom presence that perhaps the only thing left for me to do now
is to become a phantom among phantoms, a shadow a hundred times more shadowy
than that shadow which moves and will go on moving,
stepping lightly and joyfully across the sundial of your life.
so, finally made ANOTHER Clay figure! while tele was on – washing machine working quite well, will make bed tomorrow (Ikea bed).
well it seems I really do have a digital diary I am using to record my thoughts , it really does work. Lying in bed at 6:00 am!
NOW, in Hema shop / restaurant, Santa Claus brass band have slowly meandered in among the tables of people chattering and clinking china. They are all dressed like Santa’s and are playing christmas music of course me? I’m eating a kaasbroodje. at this round while table as the day outside the shop window… darkens. A MIX of cultures at these round white tables , different languages dance side by side through the air … different clothes , costumes, head wear, me, I’m, a bit crazy, l’m eating soft cake now, I guess I’m clogging up my veins, but I did run this morning and cycled here , and I’ am so, so, happy to be writing morning pages / blog, / diary. …
bought an Ikea bed … will put it up tomorrow. The mattress is amazing , it comes, all air sucked out of it, it is rolled up like a sleeping bag , when you open it … it suddenly sucks in all the air and opens out, from a flat sheet into a fully “inflated”mattress! bizarre. and very clever.