Down tools and upload

I am tearing up inside with creative energy. I had Friday-afternoon-drop-off until I downed tools, donned my sound cancelling headphones and turned up the volume. I've never collected music but when I find a song I love I beat it to death. I listen to it inside out, dance it, love it, feel it beating in my chest, close my eyes and drink it in in its repetition.

I am operating at a wonderfully resonant level, here and now. I feel not enough of it has been expressed through this medium. This, which has been an outlet for many things; which has become an episodic record of my times of loneliness but also my wonder, not to mention a documentation of the places I have been to and loved.

I am not even bothered by the winter, which prevents me from wearing strapless tops and going barefoot in the sun and rather forces me into jeans and boots. I lie under my warm goose-down duvet in the mornings and wait for the sun to appear (late in these latitudes).

I feel unblocked, unbowed, excited. I dance.