I ask but one thing of you, only one, That always you will be my dream of you; That never shall I wake to find untrue All this I have believed and rested on, Forever vanished, like a vision gone Out into the night. Alas, how few There are who strike in us a chord we knew Existed, but so seldom heard its tone We tremble at the half-forgotten sound. The world is full of rude awakenings And heaven-born castles shattered to the ground, Yet still our human longing vainly clings To a belief in beauty through all wrongs. O stay your hand, and leave my heart its songs!
I’ve been listening to my French music playlist on youtube while writing this evening. It’s a collection of older classic French songs that I like, and new/current songs that I collect when I’m with my Mum in France. There are a lot of great voices on this playlist, made all the sexier for singing in French. (When I last watched French music television I noted that I especially liked the range of artists’ ages and looks - it was refreshing to watch.)
If I get the music right, I find background music really helpful for steering my mood to a certain place or building on a feeling I want to hold to while I’m writing. What I’m writing right now is partly set in America and partly set in Japan and listening to French music it turns out is not helpful at all! When I write I have a film of the story playing in my mind that I then try to get down on paper. This music has completely distracted me from the film I was thinking of and instead I keep finding my thoughts have drifted to scenes of driving through French countryside in hot & hazy summer weather!
My mind is like a sponge. Sorry awesome French playlist - I’m going to have to change my background music.
I used to fanatically read Scott Schuman’s fashion photography blog everyday for fear of missing some amazing outfit! I haven’t looked at it in quite a while so have in fact missed a ton of amazing outfits and Scott’s trip to Tokyo!
I’m tucked in bed eating breakfast. My dog is staring at me because I have peanut butter on my toast.
Mmmm peanut butter…
Beautiful sunshine is streaming in through my curtains and the room has this wonderful warm glow. It’s so lovely this morning.
But it’s pretty chilly. Freezing in fact. It’s something like -4 outside and I have to go walk peanut butter lover here. I am filling my tummy with hot tea to prepare. I do normally like winter weather for really fresh cold air and clearing the cobwebs. But I’m so warm and content in my cocoon of duvet I’m reluctant to leave!
On another note I think I have jam gremlins. I swear I had half a jar the other day but I’ve just struggled to cover one piece of toast. Though I now have an empty jar to store my pickled ginger in yay :)