I have a deadline to catch up – but the work is tedious. And I’m in one of those moods – which is very very rare – where I just want to cuddle in bed, and …
Even the idea of Plurking or Tweeting is slowly edging its way out of my heart – I guess that is good, but I do have some good friends there like Lex, ArN, Mihalcea… and Nadine, Rin, Lucas, Edouard {though he’s somewhere in China now}, …. Delphine, Rania etcetera..
I dreamt of climbing the pyramids again, this time in a white flowing dress, and a huge Ankh, in my hands. Below me were clearly marked borders, and people clamoring to get out, as if they were in fire or some sort of pain. I just looked and wondered why they were not doing something about it. I could have helped, but I was at the apex of the Great Pyramid mind you, and that is not such a simple task to just wave the Ankh in the sky like Harry Potter would, getting the earth to be split into two, and swallowing them all up, like how men hose water on ant hills.
From above they did looked like ants…
Its one of those days when waking up …. I was checking my emails just about 3 hours before writing, when the phone rang. No number was displayed – so I had no choice but to answer it. You’d think I’d be delighted receiving calls especially when one is in need of paying the rent, and on the other line, Gary’s wise cracked. We spoke for a few minutes – he did most of the talking – I couldn’t say much – I am a writer and speaking is so not my forte {it takes an enormous amount of energy just to translate everthing un-worded and speak… in tones humans can comprehend} It was nice to hear a friend calling all the way from North England, after all these years. He is a good friend really.. though we’ve never physically met.
There are good people on the Internet, but I’m getting a tad tired of the Internet… I want to romp and play in the rain when it comes thundering down on the planet – I’d also love to go back to France, and ….
We can have all the wishes, but first, I need to lock myself up in my cubicle which is the balcony overlooking the river, and … persevere….even if I feel like giving up!
{The river where I work}
I don’t believe people die from hard work. They die from stress and worry and fear — the negative emotions. Those are the killers, not hard work. The fact is, in our society today, most people don’t understand what hard work is all about ~ Williams, A.L.
