Bits and Bops in Anticipation
Feeling a little restless today.
Am finding that i am a bit of a strange mix between indulging in the Here and Now, and only being present physically in the Now but my mind being anywhere but Here.
Today for example, my head is mainly in the Southern European lands... far away from the perpetual greyness of these Northern Lands. At the foot of a hill, looking up at the whitewashed buildings of an old Moorish town at the top of the hill, with endless blue skies and yellow sunlight behind. Scorching hot temperatures being blown across from Africa, drying up the creek that runs through the property, wild and luscious with wild succulent flowers in the early months of spring, now likely dry and full of thistle, in arms against the heat and dryness. The horses in the yard thankful for fresh water bringers, the fruit trees in the orchard providing welcome shade for daytime readers and a canopy for night time dreamers. Living the barefoot life, clothed as minimally as possible, eating from the land and acting local.
That's where my head is, and where my being will be for 3.5 weeks starting next week. As Baba Ziad pointed out, my magical vision of these weeks suit the number 9.5 even better...

Next to that, other Bits and Bops, are emanating from my laptop speakers, making me day dream.
A few transcribed here, and if you like them and are intrigued, let me know and i will inform :)

Come closer don't be shy

Stand beneath a rainy sky
The moon is over the rise
Think of me as a train goes by

Now there's a bubble of me
And it's floating in thee

God took the stars and he tossed them

Can't tell the birds from the blossoms

Don't say good bye to me
Describe the sky to me
And if the sky falls, mark my words
We'll catch mocking birds