i’ve run out of words.
i think. haven’t written a word the last week. no poems. nothing. it’s as if i’ve finally climbed out of my head and into the world.
i am. being. i think india does that to one. and i’m loving it. hooping on the beach, being cradled in the arms of a warm goan ocean, playing, sharing my skills with others, letting life flow me from one perfect moment to the next.
i’m following my bliss.blissfully.
Sounds like you are having a great time.