The fevered mind

So I wasn’t going to write to my blog, for a while. But just reading yours inspired me (again), your poetic nuances. It has been a strange week in strangeness and I have been feeling like I have been losing myself. Into the cyber world. And here I am again. I became a year older and it just slipped by, as my fever rose and my energy sank. Two packages of love arrived (this is it seems where I feel comfortable using the word, Water M) and even with my fevered brow I grinned from ear to ear at their arrival from distant places. Oh what joy, hours of absorption into other worlds, pieces of you sent in their special way, each item a fragment of kindness, which made me feel oh so lucky, so excited. Perhaps you didn’t even realise the joy it would bring, every little tiny part of it. An email from a frozen land from friends of many years building exciting things. And in addition to the packages, cyber words of love, which only in the end confused me. A Dylanesque picture of Kamapa hat and Green Tara, mixed with Hendrix, Johnny Cash and cloud eagles. It is all a mystery.