I’m listening to some lovely French music from a fellow blogger friend and I’m totally zenning out. I have no idea what they are singing about but I really don’t care either. It sounds all sexy and exotic anyway, even if it happens to be the French phone book or something.
I think the creative part of the brain needs a jolt of something new sometimes and this steamy haut music is doing it for me right now. Not that I put much, if any, of my creative writing “stuff” on this blog but trust me, I’ve got loads of it sitting around here. It’s one of those things that I’ve always been hesitant to put out there because it’s so…personal, I guess. And then there are all the vulnerability issues. Its a risky thing. Eh, I dunno. I go back and forth on this one.
Speaking of zen, I’m thinking of converting to Buddhism…is that what you do when you go Buddhist? Convert? Anyway, it intriques me.
On an appropriate French note, here’s a few of the less touristy, more slice-of-lifey photos we took in Paris in ’06. Aren’t they just so…European?