Blog Entries from Violeta

  1. A jewel of vision...

    The sky was thick and looked like snow. Here is the weekend, rolling out like froth atop a cappuccino... Sometimes when I'm in the kitchen, I'll glance out the window and see the guy in the next building washing his dishes. Somehow it makes me feel less alone. My flat is upstairs, his is downstairs, and he's always got the blinds halfway up. Less alone, but at a distance. Once, I looked out the window as I was cleaning, just to take a break and see the trees, and I accidentally saw him...
  2. Melt this snow...

    The first day of the new year existed in complete silence. Thick, rich clouds that looked like snow, mild temperatures that made it all the more surreal... I had a lot I wanted to do today, but I did nothing. Some sort of cosmic instincts were eclipsing any capacity to get up and move about. It felt like I was doing a lot of inner work that needed total stillness to complete, and I felt really alone. Even the blogs seem silent...hardly anyone posts anymore...or is this because everyone now...
  3. Apparitions...

    These musical notes are like lights in the mist, or galaxies singing to you, only you...Azam Ali's voice, specifically the self-titled Niyaz album, will see you out of the dark forest and into the shimmering one... As much of a nocturnal creature as I am, this particular daylight savings time with its 5 o'clock inky blackness is truly causing an irritating impulse to hibernate. Maybe this is because I usually work in the evenings, and I like to think that there is still some daylight left...
  4. Spaced...

    Maybe I feel like writing, I don't know.....peace comes in the evening, amid the glow of the lamps and a thoughtful gaze. Even if it's from miles away. There is no distance. Only love. Today we've had what feels like a tentative monsoon. Steady rain that thinks it wants to be dramatic, but only just dances on the surface. I'm ready for the deluge, it's cosy. It's the kind of atmosphere where you could just wrap yourself in velvet and listen to Sci-Fi Lullabies into the night...indeed.
  5. Tea, chocolate, and space heaters...

    Ah, Brett Anderson, your memoir was too short, and beyond beautiful. What a gift for him to write Coal Black Mornings - I think I read it in only three days. He always felt so kindred, don't ask me to explain. It's just something that is felt. I wasn't feeling well yesterday, but I wafted about the used bookshop anyway, and although I didn't find what I was looking for, Orlando by Woolf leapt off the shelf at me, so I bought it, and it's the perfect thing for these chilly autumn nights....
  6. A familiar forest...

    The new flat is growing on me. "It's big for a studio!" / "It's small for a one bedroom!"... Tis somewhere inbetween... Five years ago, I moved across town to get away from it all. It wasn't really convenient to anything. Anything in the physical world, that is. Spiritually, it was just what I needed. As I went through the loss of my mother, my aunt, my grandmother, it became almost like a cocoon for me. A place to think and process everything, and ultimately, a place to hide. I did a lot...
  7. I found a picture of you...

    I come here out of nostalgia amidst this rain and fog. Here I am, pining for the early 2000s when the blog page was called the journal page and there was a strong group of regular writers who would post daily about their lives, and it was always interesting. People weren't critical, judgemental, or fake. We were just ourselves. I miss that. You can travel the world and back without even leaving your house. Emotional landscapes are limitless. I can't fill these pages with everything...
  8. He is dark, like Krishna...

    He is dark, like Krishna, Who is beautiful, like the night Emerging from curtain of sky Ruby lights glowing around his form - Planets of sweetness and solace Shimmer and pulse Shimmer and pulse
  9. He waits at my gate...

    He waits at my gate To provide comfort when I wake Yet he is robed in fear Will he ever light the torch And draw near?
  10. On a night so velvet and vast...

    On a night so velvet and vast He approached my carriage, fast A presence did ignite And I stood stunned in his light All around me silver mist Clarity danced with confusion -oh resist!- Two armoured hearts began to glow Uniting effortlessly, ever so
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