I have the attention span of an ADHD gnat on smack. All I want to do is revel. I want to take big gulps of love/air, I want to be swollen with joy and beauty. I want to forget about anything but having my fingers swim through the air, away from here. I want to feel the heat and sweat of justice and to have those cells happily bounce because there is no moment better than this. No regrets of yesterday, no what ifs of tomorrow. Just maple syrup sunlight, top lip beads of sweat, braai smoke and chilled wine under The Wisteria Purple Patio.

I want to be moved by incendiary guitarists like Jimi & John Mayer (but of course). I want to feel CC‘s (Felix Laband Whistling in tongues,  Juno Reactor Conquistador Part 1) music goosebump my entire being. I want the notes of Hans Zimmer’s Elysium and Now we are free to soak into my muscle filaments and untangle the mess of too much Dell 610.

I want witty banter and lazy sauntering. I want to walk arm in arm and plait honeysuckle into my hair. I want to laugh so hard I crack a rib. I want to trace the skin of your wrist and watch you shudder with pleasure. I want to lie on the trampoline and feel half of me bake. I want to hear MM beautiful belly laugh and Rambo‘s deep voice caressing terse sentences. I want to say goodbye to my friend who is not even going all that far and see the bittersweet joy this will have him feel. I want to never forget this day or this weekend or this frame of my life.

I love my life, as you should yours.

1. Word of the frame: reverberate (The Sage: 5. ring or echo with sound, 6. have a long or continuing effect)

2. Insight of the frame: Being able to express exactly how you are feeling is like a first kiss.

3. State of the pool: gin and tonic

4. Joy of the frame: I will probably get all I want /grin

5. Awesomest lines: I freaking adore this woman. Yours and mine – Elsa Volschenk

My heart is humming to it
my mind dancing to it
my dreams chasing it

Your heart is closed to it
your mind unaware of it
your dreams untouched by it

Our worlds collide into it
but it’s different -
while bursting in my soul
it’s resting in yours.

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Bit of a problem with your author and being a giant puddle of sticky pink lurve: I don’t write. When life is dark and the hounds of tar thoughts are baying I can write as if each penned letter will put some soul saving space between me and self destruction.

However, when I am happy, I turn into a moron. I listen to happy happy little songs like Vanessa Carlton’s Thousand Miles* & U2′s Beautiful Day** and write 4 proposals a day. Which is good for work, obviously, but not hugely good for the noodle. I think I will write him a love letter and post it here, that way you can avoid it if you want.

Back to reality:

CC is leaving at the end of the month. This sucks more than you can even begin to imagine. My best friend is leaving and although it would be good for him and I can go visit that blasted heath, I am going to bawl like a little kid who’s mother’s arms just got ripped off in front of her. Ok, so perhaps that is a tad over dramatic *pouts and stamps foot* but I don’t have to be understanding and kind here. Now for something more in line with my age…

I spent an AWESOME evening with the Tall Stories folks. Clever and witty conversation sprinkled with many a film reference and of course book talk. /Sigh…so so so good. One day when I am a grown up I would very much like to be as moth-to-a-flame interesting as Pagan Redhead and to inspire such moth-ness in someone as erudite as Delightful A.

In the spirit of change I’ve decided that the blog requires some changing. Therefore a format change: 4. Random thought is now 4. Joy of the day, the random thing always bugged me anyway. Name changes: Perfect Guy = Frost, Delightful A= Krugaza-san, Delicious One = Beautiful Boy.

1. Word of the day: flux (TheSage: 1. In constant change, 5. A state of uncertainty about what should be done – usually following some important even – preceding the establishment of a new direction of action)

2. Insight of the day: Why anyone would willingly live in Krugersdorp, which is the town equivalent of Meanieville where there is no water, no light, no joy***, is beyond me.

3. State of the pool: Rapturous with little foamy wavelets.

4. Joys of the day: 1. Driving quite far with the window open and having my honey scented hair whip around my face. 2. Having starch…/drool for the salty potatoeyness. 3. Felix Laband’s Whistling in Tongues

5. Awesomest lines: Courtesy of Krugaza-san as I have been reading awesome SciFi (Ender’s Game – Orson Scott Card) Anthony Burgess, Nothing Like The Sun

“The play we act in is still busily being written in that dark room behind, the final couplet not yet known even to the cloaked and anonymous writer.”

6. Scripture line: Romans 5 New International Version

¹Therefore, since we have been justified through faith, we^[a]have peace with God through our Lord Jesus Christ, ²through whom we have gained access by faith into this grace in which we now stand. And we^[b] rejoice in the hope of the glory of God. ³Not only so, but we^[c] also rejoice in our sufferings, because we know that suffering produces perseverance; ⁴perseverance, character; and character, hope. ⁵And hope does not disappoint us, because God has poured out his love into our hearts by the Holy Spirit, whom he has given us.

*Which in normal circumstances should get anyone not still playing with Barbies mutilated with the broken edge of the cd.

**The only song universally recognised to have captured the concept of sabai***

***I once met a lovely Chinese girl who tried to explain the phrase (which of course I am going to horribly butcher) which sounded like “tswee tswee fuh”, to me. She said that it was the feeling one gets when riding on a bike and having your hair stream in the wind, or being in an expensive sports car with the top down. The lovely lemony butter sunlight feeling of freedom.

****Dover Beach – Matthew Arnold

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