Apr 23, 2007 15:26
i just love coming home to the clamber of bluegrass playing from the loud speakers in the living room - a girl on the floor studies french with her eyes while practicing speaking french using her voice - a young boy sits slantingly on the couch cooing cords from his accordian, i know from the last time i was there that there were cigarettes rolled with weed and dried mint leaves being passed around and around and a small sauna sat in a bowl on the kitchen counter under some towels.
a big bowl of rice was made and sat on the stove in the kitchen.
tea was served. the smell of some spontaneous stir fry lingered in the air.
that's how i've been feeling/ here.
i put the pot of lavender/sage plants next in the sink in the kitchen to keep me company while i wash the dishes. i have a lot of fun doing the dishes to candlelight in the night/morning.
there's so much i want to share with you. i feel incapacitated on the phone though.
when you tell me something it feels really exciting and honest. thank you. really.
until we meet again, i wish you the best of the best of the best. then i know when i see you you'll be glowing. love, jolie