A Copenhagen Moment
I took Kai and a friend of his to a basket making class today & it was fun. They did a good job, and it was our first time. I will definitely do it again. I love making things with my hands--such a great meditation. It speaks to something so ancient within & I feel as though the universe is lulling my soul to rest.
Afterwards I took Kai over to his Grandmother, whom he calls Nana. We all played Twister and then ate dinner. Ben came over and it was nice spending time with the family. The weather has been rainy all day, with little bursts of sunshine, until at last, the grayness danced away and out came the Sun for a late evening shine. I decided to give my heart a gift and walk home, along the canals and the harbor and look at the buildings and the flowers and most of all the sky. I love the sky here--at this time of the year the sun hangs so high, almost as if it crowns the earth. I looked at flowers that resembled acorns as buds and then bursts of yellow sunshine when blossomed. I picked fresh lavender and crushed it between my fingertips--it's like catching time, for a brief second. I walked past Nyhavn and just as I was about to cross the bridge, anxious was I to get home and write, a man closed it off to draw the bridge so that a series of boats could come into the harbor. I wait and like every one else around, get caught up in the barrage of boats featuring lord knows who, as they seem to basque in a sort of celebrity-dom. I laughed at myself when I realized I was almost about to get annoyed--because why? This is one of the Charms about living here, being able to just chill and not have to rush anywhere. It was so much about being the in moment and cherishing the fact that I live in this city that at that moment was being photographed by a series of tourists.
The bridge finally came down and I proceeded home, as I walked whatever worry I had previously thought I had on my bones.
So bye for now--the novel is beckoning me.
Adios,
Lesley-Ann
P.S. I wrote a poem about Yoko Ono yesterday...
Afterwards I took Kai over to his Grandmother, whom he calls Nana. We all played Twister and then ate dinner. Ben came over and it was nice spending time with the family. The weather has been rainy all day, with little bursts of sunshine, until at last, the grayness danced away and out came the Sun for a late evening shine. I decided to give my heart a gift and walk home, along the canals and the harbor and look at the buildings and the flowers and most of all the sky. I love the sky here--at this time of the year the sun hangs so high, almost as if it crowns the earth. I looked at flowers that resembled acorns as buds and then bursts of yellow sunshine when blossomed. I picked fresh lavender and crushed it between my fingertips--it's like catching time, for a brief second. I walked past Nyhavn and just as I was about to cross the bridge, anxious was I to get home and write, a man closed it off to draw the bridge so that a series of boats could come into the harbor. I wait and like every one else around, get caught up in the barrage of boats featuring lord knows who, as they seem to basque in a sort of celebrity-dom. I laughed at myself when I realized I was almost about to get annoyed--because why? This is one of the Charms about living here, being able to just chill and not have to rush anywhere. It was so much about being the in moment and cherishing the fact that I live in this city that at that moment was being photographed by a series of tourists.
The bridge finally came down and I proceeded home, as I walked whatever worry I had previously thought I had on my bones.
So bye for now--the novel is beckoning me.
Adios,
Lesley-Ann
P.S. I wrote a poem about Yoko Ono yesterday...
