I am stretching, flowing, learning. I am making mistakes, being kind and staying the same while changing. Maybe I’m becoming more of myself; evolving.
I find myself much like Alice and Malice. Never wanting to fall up or down, really. I just want the elevator to be like Willy Wonka’s…sideways and up and up like an air balloon.
I am different, for sure. I am relieved. Joyful. Blessed. Happy. But I’m also emotional; aware of the world and how beautiful it is and how subtle, surprising and fluid.
My Latest Obsession Have Been Songs with Interesting Stories to Tell:
“Naci en Alamo” is a song without origin or ownership. Translated into different languages and versions, it keeps getting re-purposed and claimed and re-interpreted by different countries, which fascinates me.
“The Girl From Ipanema” has been in my head for a week now. I downloaded four different versions with varied points of view both masculine and feminine. I love the way people interpret and modernize it into jazz, big-band, and it’s original, familiar bossa-nova.
My days are getting curiouser and curiouser as I tumble down this rabbit hole. But I’m hoping to come out on the other side… transformed.
Tell me…who’s at YOUR tea party? Are you feeling mad as a hatter? Or are you, like me just growing and growing until you soon outgrow where you live even?
I wonder where this little door leads…hmm…let’s see…