"yesterday i was laying on the floor, moving my body like boiling spaghetti. or at least intending to do so. today i was biking in the desert, walking a dog and shopping in a bomb shelter.
when i came here i felt fragrances from India and California.
shalom, ken, lo, toda. everything else disappears in the sea of wavy cute curly letters and sounds.
swam. hiked. biked. jumped crawled and floated. both in salty water and in mid-air, many times.
mud bath. swimming again.
a wall. an open space. a gate.
flowers. blossoms. oranges.
busses."
that was Israel, some months ago. found these words back and am happy to share them. to leave a slight imprint of paradise on your beautiful mind :-).
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