跑完步後趟在星空下拉筋，回到家裡，餓到不行，沒有把手上的泥土洗得很乾淨，就開始煮飯。
就在這個‘我很骯髒’的念頭剛剛要浮出來的時候，我想起了這個暑假在日本農村裡婆婆們煮給我們吃的飯，一對每天和土壤接觸的手煮出來的飯，或許會使飯更有一種土地的味道。
希望我明天不會肚子疼吧。
Friday, 30 October 2009
Thursday, 1 October 2009
From Scotland
Just finished watching 'Scotland's Music with Phil Cunningham, 4. Heaven and Earth' on BBC iplayer.
I'm not really a tearful person, but the music surely welled up my eyes.
I cannot imagine the power it would have on me if I were to hear music being played in front of the cold unpredictable seas, with magnificent cliffs as the backdrop, nature overwhelming my every senses to the point that I cannot resist and let it run through my body.
Perhaps this is Scotland, the unforgivingly chilling wind rolling through the highlands, carrying with it the sound of distant villages, far out shores and a smell of vast grasslands that becomes a passing memory the moment you try to touch it.
Countless years flashed before my eyes, like beautiful blossoms in Spring, of fluttering birds beneath the summer sky.
The seasons change and I remain, forever myself truly, forever yours too.
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