22.10.2003

<being home >

it just seems like such a long time since i spent time at home

that i feel obliged to blog

good to have the chance to sit down, have a cup of tea and have some decent music playing

after doing tonnes of laundry.

looking at the single entry in last years october blog -

'did a gazillon things but too busy to write!'

wat - history repeats itself!

but seriously, what a different feel this autumn has, compared to the last

curiosity has made way for familiarity, i guess

anyways - maybe same time, next year, i will be somewhere else

who knows

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vince sent a pretty cool thing to us couple weeks ago

with a cool picture he took at bali

i should blog it before it gets lost in my horribly disorganised mailbox

I want to know if you can live with failure, yours and mine, and still stand on the edge of the lake and shout to the silver of the full moon, "Yes!"

It doesn't interest me to know where you live or how much money you have. I want to know if you can get up, after the night of grief and despair, weary and bruised to the bone, and do what needs to be done to feed the children.

It doesn't interest me who you are or how you came to be here. I want to know if you can stand in the centre of the fire with me and not shrink back.

It doesn't interest me where or what or with whom you have studied. I want to know what sustains you, from the inside, when all else falls away.

I want to know if you can be alone with yourself and if you truly like the company you keep in the empty moments.