when i say "cyberspace" i have visions of stars, planets, russians, clever americans and things far beyond my possible imagination , but not my yearning.
oh. ok. and if you insist, google wobbles determinedly, on a crazy axis, across the imagination screen. and autres choses americains.... a few loose stars falling from a limp flag. at a push.
but mostly the visions are of marble sized earths twirling hazily lazily crazily through a wildly twinkling darkness, ours spinning on a particularly unstable axis towards its groovy little implosion, a mona liza smile across its ocean blue face.
the blogosphere is part of this galaxe extraordinaire. this unkown twinkling " Space"
it's beautiful. and ample.
like somtimes i say to the children. righto. stretch your arms out. see? This Is My Personal Space.
load of rubbish.
so when someone who you don't even know from a bar of soap, drops into your Space and says things like:( i have capitalised the word space.)
But that's not enough. I'm not sure that I've ever come across something so brilliantly written and engaging out there in Space
Anyway, this thing of wonder, your blog, simply astonished me . . .
who cares what came before and after.
it made My Heart space burst open like a very big, very wide wild field of flowers.
it made me smile as i'm driving on a sunday afternoon.
and made me miss my mouth.
Kitchen Board: (Long Overdue It Must Be Said): Sunday Summer Tanzania East African October 2008
Contributors: Veronica, Gabriella, Bridget
Comments: tonight's dinner must be The Worst Dinner Ever Served On The Ngorobobs To Recoded Date. .... burnt scrambled black egg, very plastic square toast. and tight boerewoers.....
tant pis....bisous, lightening in clouds ones...x j