Delightful Susannah, I'm writing out on my front porch, with territorial views of the central valleys, Monte Alban and Atzompa. The sky is blue with the first puffs of clouds beginning to gather to the east, from whence the rains will come later. The sound of celebratory fireworks ricochets around the hills and the workers who are siliconing the windows against those afternoon rainstorms are playing dance music that tempts me out of my chair. A gentle breeze stirs the warm air as a flock of goats have just run past, followed by the young herder. I am enchanted by your idea of recording these fleeting experiences - Yes! A new journal is required!
Delightful Susannah, I'm writing out on my front porch, with territorial views of the central valleys, Monte Alban and Atzompa. The sky is blue with the first puffs of clouds beginning to gather to the east, from whence the rains will come later. The sound of celebratory fireworks ricochets around the hills and the workers who are siliconing the windows against those afternoon rainstorms are playing dance music that tempts me out of my chair. A gentle breeze stirs the warm air as a flock of goats have just run past, followed by the young herder. I am enchanted by your idea of recording these fleeting experiences - Yes! A new journal is required!
This is so beautiful, Ephemera, thank you for sharing. Enjoy the practice and the new journal :)
This is inspiring ... Gracias
I'm really glad! Thanks, Ricardo.