page from my delish new journal
playing the perfect game from dancing mermaid’s new blog (so glad you’re sharing your online voice/art/miracles, honey!)
perfect concert:
Three metres from a shining goddess illuminating the stage. She wore a shimmering silver dragon that swam over her belly, and her voice was cosmic.
Her name was Sarah McLachlan.
perfect story:
The one where she falls in love with herself.
perfect movie:
The Shawshank Redemption. I’m not sure why, but it has something to do with the tunnelling and the tree and the buried box.
perfect food:
Noodles from a stall in the street in Asia.
perfect find:
Feathers, or today’s MIRACLE find was a heart shaped rock on the street.
perfect gift:
Giving someone your favourite childrens book.
perfect song:
“Unwritten” by Natasha Bedingfield
These lyrics are just so perfect:
“Feel the rain on your skin
No one else can feel it for you
Only you can let it in
No one else, no one else
Can speak the words on your lips”
perfect sound:
Rain on the roof.
perfect color:
The colour of the sky on any old day.
Vibrant stinging blue, soft azure, the light of clouds, the gentle breast of grey in the swaying rain…
perfect spot:
The little mole on my belly button I have lovingly named Tiny Tim.
perfect line:
Yes I will stand with you, laugh with you, grow with you, jump with you, run with you, fumble with you, understand you, acknowledge you, honour you, because I love you, myself.
perfect place:
That blissful piece of heaven wedged between soil and sky (Mama Earth). Of particular interest to me at the moment is a wee patch of Earth called India. Oh dreamy monsoons, I am heat fevered for you.
perfect time:
The moment. (When I can remember I’m in it!)
What’s your perfect?
