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Paulo Coelho has , on his page , this free association game on a word. This week's word is " THE ROCK ".

Here's my 5 minutes worth of free association on THE ROCK

THE rock is the huge diamond on a lady's finger.

Rocks record all the secrets that have ever been whispered or shouted or thought by anyone through the ages.

Rocks rock with rock artists rock around the clock.

Rock is a kind of fish, Roberto told me that it was on the menu at the fish and chip shop in Earl'sCourt. I didn't believe him , so he took me there one day and we had rock and chips.

Rock as in Brighton Rock and Rock from Robbin Hoods Bay. A pink stick of rock that tastes of peppermimt with letters running all the way through. Available in many colours , but pink it is the best.

Rock a bye baby,
on the tree top
When the wind blows
the cradle will rock
When the bough brakes
the cradle with fall
and down will come baby
cradle and all,

Night night
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Almost forgot ...
My latest obsession is leaven as in leavened bread

When you make bread, you need a rising agent, usually yeast that you buy in the shop which comes in a small chunk wrapped in yellow paper or powdered in s sachet.

Well, a friend of mine has been harping on about making her own leaven and the umpteen different steps and how it takes about 10 days that I've decided to give it a go.

Bread from scratch.

Surely it can't be all that difficult.

I've researched and found quite a lot of recipes.

It is now day 2 and , I may be very premature, but I am attempting to raise my dough from the mixture I started 2 days ago

Will it rise to the occasion ?
I'll let you know

Has anyone else tried this ?

I should, COULD have gone to a vernissage today, but , quite frankly, I couldn't be bothered.

A part of me is nagging at me for not going.
Too bad.
I made promise to myself never to do anything that I didn't feel like doing and to honour that feeling.
Sop there !
Now all I have to do is deal with the nagging " you should have " thoughts and feeling bad about not going.

Truth is, I am feel sad and sensitive today.. sort of skinless.
A dear friend's mother could be crossing over to another dimension.
I've lit a candle for her and I am bathing in thoughts and feelings, wiping away a few tears.
I love my soul friends , my Anam Cara, and don't like it when they leave. It's hard letting go.
This is not the time for milling around strangers in a strange environment making polite small talk.
I want the cocoon of my home, the soft candlelight and spicy arabian incense.