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��������� �����last night was "dancer in the dark" with josie. worst movie ever. but an incredible piece of art. and of course, worst does not imply that i disliked it ... it simply means that it was so incredibly emotional that i don't think i could ever watch it again. ever.balmy today. the spring is encroaching, and with its advances, people are wilting in sickness, like the winter was something they needed to survive. i'm airing the sickness out of this room right now, lights all on, curtains withdrawn. these rooms are so congested with dust and spores as it is - they should be cleaned regularly. i watched josie "channel" at the door to her room last night, blowing all the "bad" energy out the window. maybe that's what should happen. i've never been one to subscribe to the whole chakra thing. "imagine pure, clean white energy coming in through the top of your skull, in through the universe" josie said as we stood in the cold. i turned to look up and saw the brightest pinprick of star i'd ever seen before then.
everything else was quite, quite black around it.
i figured God had dropped a dime out of His celestial pocket and that was what i saw, rolling around on the floor of His heaven. i imagined, too, for a second, that He was bending down to pick it up, and so that the blackness rippled as His fingers accidentally poked through - His head bending nearer to the floor/(our ceiling)/ and whoosh. standing back up again.
it wasn't "white" but more of a light brown, i think. the colour of His hair, that is.