<< that's no moon... it's a space station. >>

overnight i am going on a bus to sundance campground outside a seaside village called tekirova.

it is far out in nature and there will not be many people around. i will be staying in a treelodge -- a wooden hut out in the forest and elevated.

this mini-trip is coming at just the right time.

it took a lot for me to start to say, i know the kind of person that i am, rather than, i know the kind of person i can be. the image i have is of walking a path and i can either walk straight or i can stumble and trip and generally veer to the left, which over the course of a hundred paces takes me into the bramble.

but i liked saying i know the kind of person i can be, because then i have an excuse for not being that person today.

recall that it is midway through the conflicts of act two that the protagonist faces the bleak moment -- the point from which it seems impossible to pull up. like in star wars when obiwan kenobi dies and luke says, i just don't know how i can go on.

anyways i am looking forward to some quiet time. there will be birds there. and maybe i will go horseback riding and get far far from people. i could get to like horses. very steady.

<< why weep ye by the tide, ladie, why weep ye by the tide? >>

tonight i played guitar for the first time in ages.

i think of you often! you are crazy.

i am learning for you an air. it is in the green key of D. it has a quick trill in the opening phrase that you have to practice 10,000 times because if you drop it, the song flops instantly. the ornament is done with the little finger of the left hand, the furthest one. so you practice and practice and practice, and any good karma that practising brings can be yours to reap. because you are worth it. stay beautiful : )

caveat reador

oh oh. mo has told me a turkish proverb: you cannot get a lot of words without getting a lie. erm...