NANO ZEN

A warm blustery west wind, Le Ponent, was blowing back and forth through my apartment, tapping and slamming doors and windows that refused to remain wedged open. The rustle of the trees below my balcony at times was the only sound to be heard.

Shawna Coronado is an avid gardener and green fiend. She’s probably one of the few who is not tweeting a marketing agenda on Twitter and actually says something about her life, hobbies, the environemnt, and her cute dog, Harry The Pug. Though Baka The Bichon is cuter IMHO

Now I’m no gardener. I have neither patience or temperament for it, plus allergies tends to put me off the idea. However, I still appreciate both tended and natural green spaces; the calm that can be found in a garden, park, or forest, away from the hustle and diesel of busy streets. I try to appreciate them when ever I can, particularly while out walking Baka.

The neighbourhood I live in Cannes (just below SuperCannes) has many green spaces, typically on the grounds of private homes and estates. In between them are many natural spaces in areas where it is very difficult to build like step ravines and gullies. I like these particular spaces, as they’re woody, shady, almost magical, as though they are home to Kami.

Anjelika Jinx, who writes the Naive London Girl sex blog and podcast, and is a lovely amusing person in real life, rose early yesterday morning somewhat grouchy so she said; so I tried to cheer her up.

@inotherwords_c never seems to sleep and is a haiku night owl. When I’m just rising for the day, she’s in the throws of haiku ecstasy before bed. I find that I like to play off her haiku, transforming them while maintaining a theme, like a game of telephone.

The image @blugnu painted by this comment I found stimulating. I’m thinking Anjelika might get some ideas from this as well (me waves).

@blugnu’s remark and my early morning mood to write some thing different, took me along a new tangent from volts to Voltaire. Having found some choice quotes of Voltaire, I felt as though I had been jolted to life like Frankenstein’s monster (Kenneth Branagh’s 1994 version was excellent). So with the day’s power before me I began an experiment along new currents to blend the philosophy of Voltaire with a Japanese literary art form.

Quoi que vous fassiez, écrasez l’infâme, et aimez qui vous aime. – Voltaire

Whatever you do, crush the infamous thing, and love those who love you.

Feeling a little down and procrastinating on this Pentecostal holiday Monday. Wondering if I’ll get positive word back from a friend that plans to come visit me. Hoping that it will rain, cheer my mood so that I might have the will to finish my yearly accounting. Ugh.

Hark! Might that be thunder I hear?

For a thunder and rain storm, it was pretty wimpy. Guess the days of really cool natural pyrotechnics and acoustics have faded with the advent of global warming and rape music.