Call me Jesus but don´t take the candy

This night I dreamt I could walk on water. In fact not just walk, but even jump as high as the crowns of the trees. So I did, and in the top of the trees I saw kids playing dangerously on the tiny branches. I remember the thought in the dream as "thank god I don´t have kids, otherwise I would be scared and worried to death constantly!"
At daytime this Thuesday, I haven´t yet interpreted the kid-part of the dream, neither have I had the opportunity to check out my factual skills concerning waterwalking, but only registered, that to get through this day at the library studying Language comprehension I need to break with my "I don´t eat candy"-assumption.
I might walk on water and jump into the sky on wings of love - but my concentration is not miraculous.

Taking action

The meteorologist labeled this day ”Merciless Sunday” which I refused to accept.






According to my psycho-professor the only question of importance is what works for whom?
This definitely works for me today.

Fool

Can´t believe my luck.
Or the beauty of the morning glory at the sea.
Everyone emerging from the sea this morning looked like a goddess
- a chance I couldn´t resist.
The temperature of the air was 5 C.
Luckily the coldness of the water is inversely proportional to the warmth inside afterwards.
There is Kenyan AA coffee and hot full-cream milk in my cup.
There is a burning yellow tree outside my window.
There is a cronic smile on my face and I am aware I sound like a foolishly happy idiot
- and I dont care.

Yeah

Pierce my ears

Yesterday I meet an old flame of mine at a Stand-up show. I couldn´t really find the guy, I was crazy about for decades. But I found his wife. And lost my earring in front of her and ran after it down under a table (- no more arguments needed for having my ear pierced!) What ever, I laughed, wished them well and ran out the door with the girls for the next bar, where the boys and beers where waiting.
Best is friends, mondays in town and the fact, that I´m happy I´m not in her shoes.

IT-girl

After 11 hours sleep I recognized, I was not yet ready for leaving the warmth of the duvets but eager to leave the fact, that everybody is having vacation except from me.
I compensated for the lack of holiday in my schedule by staying in bed for another 6 hours acompanied by a cappucino, music and a book concerning my at the moment high-interest-topic; children´s attachment theories.
At 04 pm I found my self ready for another day, got out of the duvets and into the woodshed. I love making fire! Soon the cosiness blazed up at the fireplace where dormitory girls soon joined me completing the saturdayish mix of study and pleassure.

According to what I heard in the radio introduced as the hottest tendency right now, I´m so hot today.
The latest it-thing is Power Peace.
As if it was new, that it´s so not to be oh-so-busy...?
Anyway, the first word in my mind as I woke up at dawn was peace.
It was in my tummy. Powerful. If it´s the new black or not – peace in mind is highly underestimated.
I love it. It suits me.

Dawn with polar explorer Rasmussen

Sparkling Merlot

I admit it. Im a sucker for sparkling wine.
Yesterday I enjoyed one of these moments where wine and company in mysterious synergistic ways make the world spin.
When I kind of came round again, I found myself few meters from home with red deer, chestnuts and a bottle of Australian Merlot - and my "life is to short for bad red wine, so I rather stay with champagne" was replaced by
"now we´re talking".
Uhhhh. I give in. When red wine is good, it is very good.
Yesterday was a delightfull exploration of jumping in at the deep end letting go of old views, and discovery of the fact, that 100 meters from my door is a highly recommendable restaurant, which the Michelin Guide discovered long before I did.
Ah. Better late than never.
Life is sweet.
Tasty, rich and surprising like an Australian Merlot a rainy Thuesday night.

Dependent

Even as a quite independent woman,
there are things
I´ve found it hard to do on my own.
As giving myself a hug.
As biting my own nose.

Or as illustrated by this
on-my-way-to-wedding-snap:
As having my own photograph taken
without missing a part