I spent the past week and a half traveling by train from Amsterdam to Ghent to Brussels to Paris to Montpellier and back again. The results are a head-cold and lots of thoughts, both written and non-recorded. The theme of the trip seemed to be construction, everything was undergoing revamping and reviving and redoing. It's that time of year I suppose...
"I cannot say that I now understand Hals or Van Gogh better than I did before but perhaps know how better to listen. Traveling in this manner has a lot to do with shutting one's mouth and opening the eyes, the mind, the heart. There is such generosity if only we know how to receive it. Such things are often spoken softly and must be looked for and sought after. A poor soul is the soul content with what it has already been given. Nothing that is given is easily kept and I fear that without a fight, we will never grow."