Over
So our first festival is over. I am thinking already the next year. Last things in sunday jam and after that out for some eating and red wine.
Sad and happy at the same time. Festivals are often such a highlights of life, lovely people, or at least enough people that you can be with the lovely ones. Lot of dancing. New faces, new things. Everything going well.
So coming back to your rutines (which I still don’t have much ) is kind of an drag.
Also my lowerback/pelvis is aching slghty but continuously which is totally annoying. Maybe I should go to ostheopath or some other sort.
Met Josphine and for some reason everytime I saw her my jukebox started to play Elliot Smith’s Alameda. I didn’t remember the title of the song, then, I knew it isn’t Josephine though. So today when I finally got home I played some Elliot Smith. Always one of the loveliest voices I know. Lot of doubled lines which somehow creates this soft harmony or fullness.
Teaching is hard. It’s so much more about the teachers appearance than what s/he actually teaches. I hope I’ll learn more.
What ever how ever. No princesses, of course not. Learning to perceive what’s there.
I know what keeps me in helsinki though.
Good night and good luck.
