The secret #2 (surely not the original sin… more like the original sincerity)

Beautiful Anna, it's very hard to stay awy from your wonderful inspiration woman, how I miss it, all the more when I read something of you... Yes, yes, it's true, the secret is so wonderfully enticing isn't it... undeniable, as you mention...sigh. Lovely huh. How I wish it for you, how I long for it to seek you solidly, I know it has dangled it's possibility recently, I wish you every goodness dear Anna. & I confess I hunger to read you write of it & fling it's precious gorgeousness onto the page for us to feast upon... I so adore your writing, I feel a craving for it in my absence... I hope I can stretch this little (purple) moment of freedom I am stealing, in order to go read some of your latest (& others too... it is a tricky addiction this Neo, hard to be without once tasted). Be well great woman, much love & blessings to you xx Cheers Anni~ "To thine own self be true, and it must follow, as the night the day, thou canst not then be false to any man." ~William Shakespeare, Hamlet.

My dearest Annushka, we all have our secrets, but I do suspect poetic souls have richer ones that light the world more brightly as they are free'd... yours do especially my Norway poet. But sometimes secrets can seem more luscious kept quiet & offered as surprise... or even harboured in our beings amid our rich & willful dreams & desires where the pokey parts of reality can't taint their perfection... heh... so much for us in this life from the harbours of our hearts/minds/souls isn't there... we are so lucky. This morning I arrived to see my beautiful friend return from her walk, without her gorgeous dark skinned baby strapped to her chest, I walked her home & visited my darling little one (the babies older sister, who adopted me when she was terribly shy with everyone else... now she has grown in boldness & confidence), George held me as I left & told me what a blessing it is for Milla to have my attention & affection, we explored the Passion fruit laughing at how the tendrils were like both our curly hair, & how they reached out for company & curled around anything that came within their reach... we drew pictures on the dry wood with a brush & rain water in a pot... she adorned them with the curly tendrils & we went on a tour of birds nests... I think of YOU in these wonderful moments & treasure the kisses she blew me as I left, knowing that there are so many outward rippling benefits we all gain from such chance connections, a small moment among the morning's tasks. I decided to put off the pressing activities I'd planned & come find you, after I wrote a quick poem inspired by the morning's digressions... I know YOU of all people will know this, I adore that you live your life in the moments such as that I feel are currently squeezed into "small purple ones" between the shadows of all the "other stuff" to get done... but then I reflect how I love my life & realise that most of the time I even love doing that other stuff & that so much of the "purple moment effect" is laced deliciously around & through that "stuff" each day... We are artists... we make even our mundane moment mosaiced & woven, harmonised & brushtroked with our observations, our intentions & our expressions.. as a result we are loved & loving, & life is so good & wonderful... & so precious & beautiful... because we know where & how to look for it to be... or how to create it when need be...Yay for artist eh!?! Love to you dear Ann of Norway xxx Cheers Anni~ "To thine own self be true, and it must follow, as the night the day, thou canst not then be false to any man." ~William Shakespeare, Hamlet.

Hey lovely Dale, always a pleasure to see you at my page, you have such warm generosity of spirit... I'm not sure which picture you refer to, but I tend to have fun with them... I used to be TERRIBLY picture shy until I got more seriously into photography & wanted to take candid photo's of various folk, the change in there behaviour around a camera was a shame & often destroyed the joy that was present, it was a conundrum, but I decided to try my best at least to erradicate that effect in myself... it proved a good skill for the rest of my life regarding performing & teaching etc.... shyness is a very tricky master. Most people don't believe I was so shy in my youth, but it is a terrible sensation I am so very glad to have overcome, people don't realise how uncomfortable it can be I think unless they have suffered from it. God I waffle! Anyway I love the image you have here of the blue ghost of the tree it is joyously haunting I think if that makes sense! Thank you for your appreciation of my writing here as well, I was really touched by what you wrote... I do feel like that often, & many's a time I have reached to find your own hand as I prance through life on Neo, you are a lovely soulful companion here Dale & it is my pleasure to share with you. Lovely harmonies you hum my dear! Much love to you xx Cheers Anni~ "To thine own self be true, and it must follow, as the night the day, thou canst not then be false to any man." ~William Shakespeare, Hamlet.