SOUND AND VISION

It was a very inspiring day for me...
It was just a PERFECT DAY, so I have some Tellings for you...


I decided I should relief some of the creative tension and put some words down, so I make a little bit of space to allow the new adventures enter my writer's mind and find their way to the paper....Or should I say...Screen... It all starts with her crawling in our bed, reaching for me to wake me up with a giggle, pinching my cheek... How can you not love the new day after 3 hours of sleep????? You just run on Blood Buzz

People left their worries behind and opened their hearts for us, joined us in celebrating our daughter's 6 months long presence in this beautiful world, that woke up with an intention to show off the bursting sunlight today for some reason :) Suddenly, the gray from the last week became All The Colors...

Honestly, I had vivid imagination of God - being this alive endless ocean that disturbs the core of the universe which in my imagination is just a bubble in the water... And so the sun and the moon and the stars and the winds seemed to have some pact and decided to be joyously spreading all the vivid colors around us...
There were the most beautiful Blue Skies above us.
Californian winter sun was so low on the horizon, bringing amazing light that bounced so softly through the leafy crowns of the majestic old trees in the park.. The lush fields of Green Grass all around us...
Clear lake water that sparkles when the colorful little ducks decide to swim and disturb the quietness of the water. Lots of children running in the distance and our little ones, making little rainbows with their cute outfits. Lots of cute noises... Some mama, dada, tata.... One "mama" was addressed to me :)))

All Is Full Of Love and Common People...

I enjoyed like never before to introduce my Little One to the park that I spent the last couple of hours with her still dancing in my belly... I have been imagining her always dancing... Now I see her always dancing, and my eyes become permanently gently wrinkled in the corners because I can't stop secretly smiling for having my little ballerina I have created inside me...

Today I was watching mini me all day smiling to everyone and everything, as if was the main key for her survival... As one mom said today: "I was drooling over her!!!" Fade into her... And she taught me one simple truth...There is no path to happiness, no agenda, no knowledge that takes you there.... You just let happiness in... Let Love In...

The Night came just like some sky tenants spread a dark sheet over our building...... But sleep won't come... I felt like I need to go to this sacred place inside of me... I looked and found chaos.... But it felt nice to see the diversity of my little passions still there...
Who will take my dreams away???
I have a slowly dancing mind right now, that constantly scans the music I've collected in my memory and replenishes the creator's power... This time I needed to build this bridge between music and writing I guess... capture the images in a song, and vice versa ...I also might sum it all in filming later in life maybe, as the absolute medium for my screaming loud momentum.. Until I get there, I am making little baby steps, so I have composed a song for her with silly lyrics of course, I will share it as soon as I record it...

I will end this post with something that always puts me where I belong when I'm Deranged.

I read it again tonight...
"Why one writes is a question I can never answer easily, having so often asked it of myself. I believe one writes because one has to create a world in which one can live. I could not live in any of the worlds offered to me – the world of my parents, the world of war, the world of politics. I had to create a world of my own, like a climate, a country, an atmosphere in which I could breathe, reign, and recreate myself when destroyed by living. That, I believe, is the reason for every work of art.
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"We also write to heighten our own awareness of life. We write to lure and enchant and console others. We write to serenade our lovers. We write to taste life twice, in the moment and in retrospection. We write, like Proust, to render all of it eternal, and to persuade ourselves that it is eternal. We write to be able to transcend our life, to reach beyond it. We write to teach ourselves to speak with others, to record the journey into the labyrinth. We write to expand our world when we feel strangled, or constricted, or lonely … When I don’t write, feel my world shrinking. I feel I am in prison. I feel I lose my fire and my color. It should be a necessity, as the sea needs to heave, and I call it breathing."
...Anais Nin quotes...

Good night my beloved audience, enjoy your dreamland....