It must be the rain doing this to me. Tomorrow it will be March and I am still trying to bottle sunshine. What can be done to raise the spirit from the downright dreich into sunny climes. I have been listening to a lot of African music lately. Am I trying to bottle the sun or just re-introducing myself to different rhythms. And I was reading The Puppet by Gabriel Garcia Marquez and loved this: If for a moment God would forget that
I am a rag doll and give me a scrap of
life, possibly I would not say
everything that I think, but I would
definitely think everything that I say.
I would value things not for how
I would value things not for how
much they are worth
but rather for what they mean.
And so now I think I will dance instead of saying everything that I think, and while I dance I will definitely be thinking about things to say - take it away Salif, no one does it better than the Mali man - Tekere!
