TRAVEL DIARY

A weblog regularly updated by Jodi Rose.

Thursday, October 28, 2004

9:29 PM
Posted by jodi rose

woke up to birdsong and trees in bronte, had a gorgeous morning. swimming in the ocean pool, high tide white frothy waves breaking over the edge -my favourite thing in the world.

The full moon eclipse this afternoon definitely sent waves of positive happy vibrations wafting across the ether, and Julaine took me out for lunch to the new french cafe on broadway. Incredible pistachio creme brulee.... hmmm dangerous.
working on dance activism manifesto with sophea, oh and serious project production too for particle wave - but the dance manifesto is way fun.
and peculiarly apt discussion on 'the deep end' right now, about why aussie men don't dance. fear of looking like a fool, there being no goal or objective to dancing a couple of the suggested reasons. but people who do folk dancing as kids seem less inhibited - gideon drew comparison between people at raves dancing for hours and greek or israeli folk dances that go for hours - and of course sufi whirling dervishes, where you reach an altered state of mind and completely strip away inhibitions. (most of them without drugs).
Reading a book Vera lent me this morning, on the balcony at bronte - god I miss that place. It makes me so sad that sydney is all about having money now, and people who are just living can't afford to live in the spectactularly beautiful parts of the city. Anyway, it was written by a Sufi and talks about the mysticism of sound, vibrations and matter, all those lush juicy ideas that spark some kind of shivery resonance in me. Made the rest of the day much easier and smoother, having that calm ocean and focus at the beginning. Cute spanish lady chatting with me in the pool, and very fit blonde woman in change room - I like how people are friendly and open around the water - it's not all glam cafes and beautiful people.
Still surfing that king tide of melancholy, working to shake off the black dog, guess can't escape the end of project blues. Even by throwing oneself into another 6 huge ventures. Alright, serious grant writing to do now, wish me luck. or send money. whichever...