October 2, 2004

dancing colors…

did you know that colors dance?

they waltz through the different seasons displaying the vibrancy of nature’s exquisite formations in brilliance.. crisp air that nibbles for a time before biting to the very core within…

warmth still exudes in its delicate elegance.. seductive temptation luring deeper with its serene kiss… blending sophisticated styles that arc in wide sweep while painting distinguished portrait of winter’s breath soon to follow…

ambrosial delights in wanton appeal to the senses.. heightening flavors linger on tip of tongue enhancing dulcet anticipation before generously erupting..

silence then waning in full illumination of spiralling descent..

twilight to create its own loquacious whisper in untainted brilliance.. soothing harmony of quintessential definitions to appraise dotted landscape.. burgandies.. yellows.. oranges.. reds..

rustic adventure that leads not the mind astray.. but envelopes in a preternatural rebirth from one season to the next…

colors continue to dance in that slow waltz of transcending symphony heard but should you stop and only listen…

BAKA C

October 3, 2004

I’d say the colors have life. Or, more explicitly, human beings have the talent of sharing it’s soul with everything within their senses.

Well, when I tried to note how lovely this is, the colors of OD danced right off the server ; ) But, it works again. So, Thanks for sharing such a lovely way to see the season : )

Hello, sweet one. You paint a glorious picture with your usual eloquence 😉 Warmest hugs

A serene kiss is a lovely kiss and this is beautiful writing. You love Autumn, don’t you. You must to be so much part of it as you are here. Perhaps you’re really an Autumn child? On Friday, there was a blue mist when I drove to work. Had you seen it, I’m sure you would have given it expression as no one else I know could have. Warm hugs, sweet Whimsical

Oh…your taking private notes! Swear these spectacles of mine are no good. Or my brain needs an overhaul. I’m a myz Magoo, my friends tell me that. Don’t see what’s on the tip of my nose. Good morning to you dearest muse. Hope to see your blinks, winks and smiles again. Nice mellow day here. Warmest hugs

Sweet one…I’m not too well. If I’m not writing in the diary for a few days, that’s why. Your colors are magnificent. One of your best pieces of writing. Hope you have a nice weekend. Magical dreams, love, a warm hug

Sweet dreams, your colors are vibrant

Mentioned an author in one of my Emails. Anita Shreve. Have ordered more of her books. The one I read: “All He Ever Longed For is poignant” An absorbing read. Couldn’t put it down. There are reviews, long ones about her books at http://www.mostltyfiction.com She lives in New England. The more I read about NE the more I want to see it. Don’t worry, I won’t for a while 😉

The above is my relaxation reading. Have been dipping into the John Welwood book. I’m sure you will find that one absorbing. Much to think about. Had a good day today, yesterday not quite so good. It seems to go like that. Emotions stable, body disintegrating LOL 😉 You know I won’t be any good as a writer without expressing emotions. You do that wonderfully

Right then, I’m off to tuck under the duvet with a book. It’s winter time here. Thanks for being you. I’m as human as the next person, and often hide my feelings. You’ve been gentle caring and kind with me. That truly is so healing. I’m doing notes, have put so many entries here, don’t want to risk being locked out. Sweet dreams, dearest Whimsical.

Oh….darn it! The web address is mostlyfiction.com You’re very special. Change is never easy and yet once done, we just kind of get on with it. I’m feeling the benefit of a slower pace over here. Poor you so busy, but it is rather exciting. I’m going to read some of your earlier entries here. Not tonight. It’s good though to come home. Love and Warmest Hugs, sweet one

How lovely to wander in my favorite diary. It’s like being with a dearly loved friend and having a chat over a nice cup of tea. No sugar lumps, thanks, just a few grains. Milk, why yes, not too much. Mmmmm…delicious brew. Your garden looks nice considering the time of year. See your favorite flowers valiantly bloom. Sweet dreams, dearest Whimsical

Sweet dreams. Guess what, it’s snowing over here. Right then, I’m off to zooze. Been working on a document all day. Not very exciting. I’m savoring the Da Vinci Code. Late night bedtime reading. It’s a rattling good yarn

Dear sweet Whimsical, I can’t keep putting Paper Dreams in your diary. You will soon be feeling it’s no longer your diary. I have a chapter view in my diary. Changed the password after the last crash to midnight please go in anytime. Loving thoughts

Happy Thanksgiving : )