Showing posts with label Gong is so excellently strange. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Gong is so excellently strange. Show all posts

Friday, April 08, 2011

Day 97

It's been oddly cold today and dark. Last week the kidlings swam in the sun, today I sent Orion in long pants and a jacket. I still have a bit of a toothache. Appointment on Monday. I'm in the painting room, with music, surrounded by ideas. I wish you could see what I see today. I hope I can twist and color and build it. I'm skating on an edge and taking notes. It's a risky edge. The wheels are familiar, the landscape is not. I might fall. I might not. I'm happy to be here. I'll play to the best of my abilities. You are very wise, Spence. Aubrey and David--thanks for Gong! That's today. I hope for humans with you. Don't give up.