LIVING ON THE EDGE

Please go and visit my gorgeous friend in Tanzania. She is a musician and a poet and I just love her blog:-

Here is the beginning of her latest one:-

“life is speeding ahead….i don’t think i have quite caught up with my body. i have this sort of astonished look on my face most of the time. well. an expression ranging from astonishment to a brazened stunned to misdirected mental grinning to point blank. my mind is presently preoccupied with growing a tangled jungle of twisting vines, pushing their way to the sun dappled above in the canopy. roots slowly but purposefully delving their way through my throat towards my heart. ja nee, things are not plain sailing but marvelously hectic and extraordinary. yes. i am definitely on the edge. but isn’t that where we’re meant to be? isn’t that when you feel most alive because you feel close to dying? in the best possible way, naturally?

oh.

i feel just fine though. so i mean it when people say (and i close my eyes in my mind because i know what’s coming) “so. how ARE you? the kids?” and with great courage i say “oh i’m fiiiiiiiine, yes, we’re all fiiiiiiiiiiiiine. you?” it’s exhausting because they don’t know that fine means jungle vines growing out of my ears. vines intermittently bursting with great waxy deep purple sweet scented flowers.