Gypsy souls, magic dust and life beyond the big 50.

Sunny, sunny day. Late raising, big cup of coffee. Repeat. Felting, dyeing, painting t-shirts, making necklaces. Send email to nepalese dance teacher. Check dance texts. Wonder of I am getting in the course for which I applied. Looking foward to meeting a friend tomorrow. Looking forward to dance master class on saturday. Breathing and living.

After a dense night with multiple, complex dreams, a voice whispers through the door 'psssiu, they´re asking if you can work today at 12h' 'sure'. Slowly drag myself out of bed, too much considerations for the time of the day. Life isn´t at all as we expected it to be. Principles are just sentences that half the time ... don´t apply to real life. Coffee and shower, please... Another phonecall: 'could you not work today, after all?' 'yes, sure, no problem'. Where's my sofa? Oh, another coffee please. Back to my inner world. Life still surprises me every day, not always in a good way, but then again, if surprises were for sure always good, maybe they wouldn´t be so much of a surprise. God c ... loses one door and opens one window. What´s the difference between a door and a window, anyway?