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I need a mental seatbelt, to strap down my rollercoaster of thoughts. Focus: there is so much left I want to do. I can't listen to another sad song. They've become a crutch. Do I really feel these things? Or am I confusing the lyrics with my internal dialogue. Focus: I feel so much better. But I'm not ready to listen to a happy song. So I'll dance around to a ballad. My biggest fear is that I've drank a coffee too late in the day and won't able to sleep. I'm tired all the time anyway. Focus: cleaning the kitchen floor is important because then you can lay on it while wearing your nice clothes. I've never seen sky through that window because there's a building in the way but you can see over it from this angle and the blue looks really nice with the yellow kitchen walls. I should take a photo but I'm too lazy to get up. Maybe I'll move the building so I can see azure always.
PS, as suggestive as this photo appears, I am in fact wearing shorts. They're just little and hiding.
🌻How I ended up learning Surface Pattern Design was because of Butter Tea. I am not sure if all of us are aware of butter tea also called Noon Chiya-Salt Tea. It is a body heating tea made of butter, salt, tea Leaves( before there would be butter tea herbs, but it’s difficult
to find these days, now I use the black tea powder) and regular milk. It is an acquired taste. I have let my friends taste butter tea, but they seem to not like the taste 😂😂 The butter tea migrated from the Himalayas, I learned to make it from my mum. There is a special wooden mixing long pipe like drum, See in photo, that used to be used but now we blend it in the mixture. 🌻Ok now to the design. I think if you grew up in a butter tea drinking household these kinds of
Cups are staple in the house. Nepal has been able to acquire a lot of cultural works from China and India, and I believe that these designs come from China. If any of us have more idea please let me know. These are specially, as I have seen in Mongolian households, Sherpa, Thakali, Tibetan ( we kind of look like East Asians-and also a mix of South East Asians) 😂😂 There is a whole lot to explain about what Nepal looks like but Migration happened and now we are a mix of
Just beautiful cultures and heritages, which we churned and made it into our own. 🌻🌻🌻🌻🌻 🌻Have you had butter tea before? 🌻The first two photos are the patterns I created. The third image is just a placement. Also there is a slight glitch in the second image. I have been trying to fix it, but I could not. You know the technical aspects. Also could not find the 3rd image proprietor, if you know please tag them.🌝🌝🌝
Music is one hugely consistent part of my life. I’ve been playing instruments and listening to many different genres since before I really even knew how much it all meant to me. I like how sounds can convey meaning without saying anything at all and then how lyrics and melodies can stick in your brain and make you feel things so strongly. What songs or moments with music have significance to you? I’d love to hear. And I always need more things to listen to.
🍀 Poema de Judy Grahn 🍀 "LA GRAN GRAN MADRE ESTÁ VOLVIENDO" "El huevo todo el tiempo se hace y está haciendo. Todo el tiempo se está poniendo y es puesto.
La hebra se está hilando e hila. La verdad es hallada y halla. Desenroscada y enroscando. Desenmarañada y enmarañando.
Y la gran gran madre está volviendo.
Eso es todo lo que sé.
No supongas que será como se recuerda en el pasado. El tiempo presente es una escena diferente, impredecible.
El tiempo futuro solo ocurre en la mente.
Todo el tiempo los mundos acaban y comienzan. Los cuentos se aprenden y aprenden. Los pájaros todo el tiempo vuelan y se asientan. El cielo es girado todo el tiempo y gira. El árbol es todo el tiempo erguido y se yergue. La llama es ardida y arde.
La Gran madre está volviendo.
No esperes el pasado. Espera cualquier cosa que suceda. Los hombres están moviéndose. Más que nunca las mujeres se despiertan.
La Gran madre está volviendo.
Eso es todo lo que sé. " 🍀
Poeta estadounidense. Chicago, 1940.