Sigh...it's Friday...Time to Breath.

Watched a rather good 17 minute bit on the behind the scenes making of Raiders of the Lost Arc - a film that I rather adore. I wrote a lengthy book inspired by Raiders at the age of 16/17. It's crap, but we all have to write at least one crappy book, right. Some of us may even get it published and make millions, *cough*Stephanie Meyer*cough*. They don't make movies like that any more. And it only cost 20-50 million, pennies in today's world.

Last week they asked what I do for six hours at time..what I practice at, until time drops away...three things, I thought of, I write...I can write or blog for hours.
It relaxes me, even if I don't post it. I knit...even if it becomes nothing at all.
I water-color ...even if no one likes it. It's meditative in a way that yoga, exercise or breathing never quite is. Can't explain. Hard to. It just is. Like practicing music...the constant push and pull with words.