And then like today I don't have any inspiration, neither for reading nor for writing, I simply miss the discipline or perhaps is it the feeling, to get not close enough to the source, the message, the stream of tunes and sounds is not coming out. To let go, the opening sentence, the words seem to disperse all over the page, I can't get them in the right order. So I drink some tea, and have a second and even a third cup.... I have New Years wishes to send to friends, to my family, I receive lovely answers from close souls far away, and this lightens my thoughts. The temperature outside is as if Spring has come already. I feel the energy in the air out side and at sunset I admire simply the colors all along the horizon. When the night falls, the air feels fresh and suddenly it's chilly. A light wind in my hair, small projects in the kitchen. I wave the time, my laziness, the small troubles of getting organized and what I will prepare so we'll have some decent food at the table. Some fresh made dough, waiting. Small airy pizza's for the girls, fresh tomatoes with mozzarella and pressed lemon.