6 Janvier 2010
It was hard to get some shut-eye last night, I had so many ideas in my head. I wanted to write it down but it was too cold to leave the comforts of my blanket so I just had to save it on my mobile phone ;p Note to self: Put a notepad and pen near my bed 🙂
I decided not to open the tv or radio and just sat down and listened. So this is what the room tone of my atelier sounds like. For a while there it was just me and my space. In silence, I hear… Then the ritual begins, I opened my journal and started writing… Hearing the sound of my pen moving across the paper was comforting. Maybe this is why I love having journals and notepads around. I like writing down anything and everything.
I heard my tummy speak… ” It’s time to eat.”
The meal – 2 liters of water with lemon juice, maple syrup and cayenne pepper.
Thinking, reading, writing about food affects the senses. I can visualize it, I can almost taste it…
I feel the liquid moving down my throat as I drink my lemonade. The cayenne pepper stings. The taste is not bad, keribels. One down, one more liter to go. 2 cleansing days over, 8 more days to gulp… I say, bring it on!