refresher belly fire The combinations are beautiful and it's weird that I found myself forgetting them...I think because there are too many to remember. Or maybe because it's too grey outside to imagine lime green or orange orange. It's not so much about the bitter cold as the days where I walk outside to stark white - and not even snow but a layer of salt on everything. I try not to think of it as a wasteland...spend a little extra money every week to wash my car and see a little green when I look out the front window. The combinations are fresh! The lady said, "Oh, summer...at last!" and I had to agree with her. At last? Well, yeah. And I think it's time for my hair to be my blonde again - and short again. Well, no. But soon anyway. And I'm due for a stroll around the a-wing again because it's starting to get serious when I forget what the smell of gouach is like. 030120 ... frAnk where do you live? 030121 ... belly fire Ontario...Canada No igloos or dogsleds to be seen...just winter for another 2 months. Sigh. 030121 ... mcdougall Sounds like you need some fresh sun light. If I could, I would send you some. My French teacher in high school went to college in Canada. She used to tell us stories about the winters up there. She would say that people would get sick and depressive because of the lack of good sunlight. She told a lot of stories like that. I guess that's one reason why I can't speak French very well today. I hope you start feeling better. 030121 ... belly fire If I could ask you for anything it would be rain...rain always means colour and sleep fertile with dreams. And smell. One of the worst things about this -20 deep freeze is the lack of smell in the air (minus the burning chimney-reek in the city). I brought the sunshine back with me from the Caribbean - and pressed it between the pages of my journal. Your rain would be gold to me Mcdougall...I would love you for that. Oh yeah, my french sucks too. The curse of the southern Ontarian :) 030121 ... mcdougall I had rain last night, oddly enough it made me think that Wednesday was Thursday, but that is another story. I would love to give you rain. If sending you only a jar of water collected from a rainstorm would make you feel better I would do it. It makes me wish I knew a Native American, so they could do a rain dance or something. I don't have healing powers or anything, but maybe, if while you read this you imagine the words raining down over your world of cold, and let them take you to a warmer place with the nice smell and feeling of a fresh rain. I’ll leave a jar out for you tonight; it's supposed to rain again. 030122 ... belly fire You are beautiful. I melted the snow today with sheer willpower and, unintentionally, invited the rain into my dreams. You have made me happy. 030123 what's it to you? who go blather from