yesterday was just one of those days...

it was a saturday, and one of the best saturdays ive ever had. i was completely at rest, it felt more like a holiday than a real holiday.

i dunno, but i reckon that it was the first real day off i have had, for like over six months at least... maybe all year. like, sure ive had days off, but ive always had stuff i needed to do. this time i could just sit and be. i didnt need to be anyone, do anything, say anything (i think i said probably ten words all day - until my friends rang me up, but that doesnt count...), or do anything that i didnt want to. so i spent my day in peace.

um, just a bit of background information, i play the guitar, and i sing, and i play piano, et cetera, so normally my weekends are filled up with rehearsing for something, or performing, or practicing, or sometimes i go out with friends to a local café and sit and have a latté or something, but that still is doing something, being someone - its not like a day off. and on every other day i go to school. um, for example, last weekend, i spent saturday in melbourne (about two hours drive from my home in the wilderness) rehearsing so that i could perform in a choir on sunday in the melbourne concert hall, and i had spent the last six-odd sundays in a row rehearsing for that as well. i guess thats another story, but damn it was good. theres just something about performing in front of fifteen-odd-hundred people, like pouring your soul out to them... it was amazing. um, for your information i was a part of 'rongo, voices of oceania' and we performed as a part of the melbourne international arts festival, just if you wanted to know...

but now back to yesterday.

seeing as though i had nothing to do, i did nothing. you know, the nothing kind of nothing. not like a lazy kind of nothing, but just a peaceful, content knowing that everything is in its place kind of nothing. so i just sat about in my room, pottered around a bit, cleaned it a bit (with the emphasis on 'bit'), went down to the river at the bottom of our property, sat there for a while, listened to the birds, played with my dog (his name is taco), wrote some songs on guitar and piano, ok, maybe more synth than piano, but you knwo what i mean... i got to play the music i wanted to play, i played classical guitar, folk guitar, jazz piano (im a shocking piano player), you know, all that stuff no-one likes, but that i like.

...and i damn well loved every minute of it.

it was just one of those days. one where the sun never ceased to shine, where the soft wind blew for miles around, just to play with your hair. where the silence was so profound it felt like a whole chorus of nothing, where everything was in its place, and there was a place for everything. you know, peace, love, comfort, all those good things that we all crave for, but that we never give out, that we lock up in ourselves and say 'if you arent giving me any, i wont give you any', those things. well, yesterday was just a day when those were in abundance. nothing mattered. everything was perfect, so why stress. why run, where are you trying to get to anyway...

it was damn well beautiful. and i loved every minute of it.

yesterday was just one of those days