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 |  Look around. Let Nature nurture your Soul. I record images I sense and share them here. |
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NURTURE your NATURE  Nature can nurture our writing, can nurture our soul. What is the language of Nature? And how do we learn it? We look at the natural wonders around us and do not see them, hear, taste nor smell them. They do not touch us anymore than we dare touch them. And then we wonder why we feel so dead. To breathe in and live like a child again opens the Land of Wonderment. It's still there after all these years.   |
| 5.กุมภาพันธ์.2566 On a dreary damp day... where do my dreams go... I'm in rural Thailand years from now, old, but more spry than I am today. I'm going to town on my สามล้อ (sam-lor = tricycle) picking up an old lady (probably younger than me) and a young girl on my way. On the way back a youth asks me a question and I see myself answering (like in a video) with tears in my eyes. I think of other places, spaces, the rat races I no longer know nothing about. Only me, no longer lonely in that far-off land; yet, now alone in an alien world that somehow has become a part of me. Nostalgia finds me even here and wraps its once-warm arms around me. I look into that empty chasm of myself, once full of angst, then look away. These green trees, this steamy heat, the shadows shortening in the morning grace between showers, remind me that I fled from abandoned dreams and the nightmares swirling around them. These moments, fleeting as they may be, are my reality. Even seen through tears, it is enough. 1481 |
| Yes, I remember Mama... and disco. I joined the disco floor late... in 1981. ABBA was very popular and it still makes me want to dance. I wasn't 17. I wasn't a young Swedish teenager. But the song resonated with my "Coming Out" as it were. The dance floor was usually crowded at 2 a.m. when I had lunch-break. I was in my own apartment instead of living with friends or family. I enjoyed the new-found freedom, the joy of movement. The loss of weight was a dividend. I remember two of my co-workers taking me aside and saying that they knew where I was going and that they were cool with that. A major kindness for those times. It was a time when I was trying to find ME, the one I hid from. One note about the video... it does capture the dizzy nature of the lights of the disco dance floor. Lyrics Ooh You can dance You can jive Having the time of your life Ooh, see that girl Watch that scene Digging the dancing queen Friday night and the lights are low Looking out for a place to go Where they play the right music Getting in the swing You come to look for a king Anybody could be that guy Night is young and the music's high With a bit of rock music Everything is fine You're in the mood for a dance And when you get the chance You are the dancing queen Young and sweet Only seventeen Dancing queen Feel the beat from the tambourine, oh yeah You can dance You can jive Having the time of your life Ooh, see that girl Watch that scene Digging the dancing queen You're a teaser, you turn 'em on Leave 'em burning and then you're gone Looking out for another Anyone will do You're in the mood for a dance And when you get the chance You are the dancing queen Young and sweet Only seventeen Dancing queen Feel the beat from the tambourine, oh yeah You can dance You can jive Having the time of your life Ooh, see that girl Watch that scene Digging the dancing queen Digging the dancing queen |
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