I have a strange feeling because it's not working day today. Perhaps it is because I started after a day off at 8 March my new job at Thursday and thus had feeling that it's Monday so that's why it seemed to me my working week ended too fast?..

Lena came today, the same that was at Tania's Birthday yesterday; we forgot to talk with her then but yesterday in the morning she called me and we decided to meet next morning, well she didn't forget. She is a composer and we decided to try to write songs together - my lyrics, her music. She have chosen one lyrics about a month ago and very soon wrote a song on it but I haven't yet had a chance of hearing it. But I wrote another lyrics since then and now she came to see it (unfortunately today we had no chance to hear the new song either for I have no piano at home and Sunday is not good for going to her work, for more she had own plans for this afternoon). We read the lyrics and decided it's too huge and hard. We discussed a rythm a little and I've written it in poetic measures. So we parted on nothing, I told that I'll try to rework my lyrics, perhaps today.

Later indeed I sat to work on those lyrics but was stuck somewhere in the middle. It was already evening and the wind was howling outside. My mom was at her friends' helping to study maths to their grand-daughter and as usual satyed for dinner with their family as they always insist her to stay. While writing those lyrics I had to search in my creative papers for something and I have found some of my old poems and as always was surprised at some places that it was me who wrote it. Also the pity I don't almost write any more came... My Program Coordinator at work, Tatiana Borisovna is a deep psychologist and having a 17 years old daughter she's still writing poems sometimes and does and talks about things that harmonise feeling of life and ourselves... So, remembering some of her words, I thought - I'm simply out of this routine that I used before - to set all my feelings on a paper in a poem and probably that's why I can't sometimes go out of low feelings for long... I decided to get back in touch with that state of deep self-expression and I felt I have inspiration to write something down...

The poem started about wind but came out about life, higher justice and power - kind of reflection of yesterday's phylosophical discussion with Slavik. I do like this poem and it was pleasant that I still have some power of feelings expression in words...

I think I should remeber often to get in touch with that part of myself and hopefully I can again get into that stream that made me write, find the constant source of my inspiration in myself again... I think than I can get on another level back closer to my inner self, find again my inner force and discover, put to blossom to the outer world my inner, true, perfect and ever happy shining self that we all are in the very depths of our being!... :-)