Float On

Would I do it again? Ofcourse I would. I don't remember that much of it anyway. Only the good parts.

I'm pretty sure the gut is the emotional bank of the body. All, each and every moment of your historical adventures and misadventures, are soaked dry for emotions, spunged out of their society-induced-behaviours, and deposited in a safe vault deep in the gut, sometimes for more than their worth.

Which is why, if you feel it from the gut, it probably triggered something. Something with more substance than a heart flutter or a parchness of the throat. I'd listen to it.

Pourquoi? Because magic is rare. When it happens, or for that matter happens again, nothing else matters.

So go on, bash on regardless...

Comments

Sankalp said…
you have some of the most incredibly intriguing posts!
July 28, 2008 at 2:19 PM
How do we know said…
i agree, tho thats a rather boring bland comment, but i cant be half as interesting as this.
July 29, 2008 at 1:51 AM
Serendipity said…
so here's the thing.

I took a life changing completely rocking the calm serenity I was in, basis a 'GUT FEEL'. which wouldnt shut up.

So reading this was good.
July 30, 2008 at 7:22 AM
CrazyDiamond said…
@Sankalp: whoa...thanks.

@howdoweknow: bland comments to pique our ego are not bland comments.

@serendipity: I just read your post...coincidence?
July 30, 2008 at 9:56 AM
Australis said…
I can't remember what magic feels like. How sad is that.
July 30, 2008 at 9:55 PM
Renovatio said…
Always follow your gut feeling. Sometimes, you'll get to store what's left in a doggie bag and take it home. Other times, you'll unfortunately end up getting sick into a bag.
August 3, 2008 at 6:05 AM
Moonstruck Girl said…
I read your post and thought about it before commenting.. Magic sure begins in the gut but it grips your entire being and whips up an entire storm so that you are soaked to the skin .. And then the logic-seeking brain jolts you back to reality leaving you high and dry..
I agree with Sankalp, your posts are very intriguing :)
August 3, 2008 at 11:43 AM
CrazyDiamond said…
@aurora: silly polar light named girl - it's just making space for something better. Sigh, made me do a senti. Ugh.

@reno: heh...you did a funny. I like.

@impulsively me: it's the yin and yang of it all...no?
August 4, 2008 at 2:08 AM
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