Awakenings

So I'm back here, this blog is getting addictive, but is also a harmless place to talk. Feelings, well, it's like the song goes, straight from the heart, when you say nothing at all so maybe that's a sign I should shut up. But I can't. I want to tell the world how it's become so beautiful overnight, how hibernation is over, and it's time to live. And maybe the world doesn't care, but I don't either. Now this picture is a big favourite of mine, the Dutch masters did some really stylish river scenes, featuring pastoral landscapes and wild clouds. For some reason, they didn't include women in wet t-shirts, which is just a grievous oversight, if you ask me. Call it rebirth, or whatever, but I am on one very happy cloud, and I'm there to stay.

More Harvy

I had a funny night, not a good one, one of those when everybody else goes to sleep and you are just too delirious to sit still let alone sleep. Love is a many splendour thing, it sure is. All types of love are splendour because love is so noble I suppose. Right now my mind is fuzzy, it's the heart which has taken over. Love is because love happens. My Gestalt therapist would say it's because it's the hippocampus or whatever part of the brain, which actually doesn't feel like it functions methodically. I've not felt like this in years, just walking on air... what a feeling. Mi amor, gracias para está en este mundo. Te quiero mucho