Morning Pages Journal, according to Julia Cameron's book "The Artist's Way", is the best way of relaxing and knowing yourself. You just wake up every morning, take a copybook and a pen and write everything that comes into your head, for half an hour, until you cover 3 pages. Each and Everything, even if you think it's crap. I would say MPJ is really great and helpful. It brought good solutions and ideas to me, and also discovered something I would never think of knowingly.
My retrospective review.
“Infanati” is sounding in my mind. And again I saw in my dream something very logical and interesting but haven’t remembered anything of that. I always remember some crap…
Yesterday I hit the bed at 2. Just dragged out, I could go to sleep even at 00.30. But still had to take shower coz of heat. Then something’s made me to renew my status on Facebook and I wrote it via my phone: “My love’s deeper than sorrow at parting”. Then I remembered that I haven’t told my parents that Zakopay was calling. And that Dev was eating my parcel and hasn’t even poisoned himself. ^_^
Yesterday at daytime I was sitting and working, Dev has come. Happy and kissing. He said that he’s got a college friend Shahid with whom he was going to go to Mussoorie and have fun. This touching idea belonged to Dev. He said that air of Mussoorie was good and Shahid was in elevated mood beforehand. It turned out that they’ve had a good time there. So Dev told me that at first Dipika has put my parcel to the fridge and then only they were eating the contents. My pryanik [spice-cake] was stale and besides it was touched by rats… but rest everything was in good condition.
“Archana di was sitting with stone face”, he said.
“Perhaps she was afraid for your health and was waiting you would all fall dead?” ^_^
“That’s what I was going to tell her – “if I die tell Vera that I have tasted everything”.
We were laughing like crazy. ^_^ As I expected he liked “bird’s milk” and “King’s Reward”, nut in white chocolate. And then he showed me my own postcard with clock-tower on Sovetskaya Str. That was so strange seeing him having it. And he said he was touched. Yet he told about me to Shahid, his good friend.
I couldn’t help leaving Morning Pages and seeing the map. Ok, he’s going to Chandigarh, it’s not very far from Dehradoon. Chandigarh is displayed strange – seems like it’s in Haryana which is southerner than Uttaranchal and is on the border with that state, but at the same time it’s displayed on the border of 3 states – Haryana, Himachal Pradesh (NW of Uttaranchal) and Punjab… need to know that better. Ok, I think that’s Haryana. That’s not the case. The case is that Dev will go there and then home for his dada's funeral repast. Will come only on 8th. So he won’t be there for a week and I’ll be able to see him only on weekend.
It’s okay, last year we couldn’t see each other for a month until he’s got settled and got a connection. Still we’ve managed somehow…
I’ve got a strange feeling. I'm feeling sad, I know I’ll miss him, but at the same time there's emptiness inside. I’m well aware that with work, jogging and housework time will pass quickly.
Solnyshko, I would just dissolve in you. Pain of you being so far has already become dull but still being by your side is my innermost wish. My love. Just take care.
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