Garry Variation
Two Strings — The Blue of the Skies

String One

I love poetry.
I open one book, then another, until they pile beside me and my mind cannot rest.
Still, I am addicted.

Books about beautiful things… or true naked things.
music, art, great artists, stories, poetry, mythology, science…
and whatever else opens the door to wonder.

I love traveling. I feel free.
Going somewhere new, not knowing what waits there.
Unfamiliarity excites me. And the concert halls, beautiful and different concert halls are exciting.
I travel best alone, for now.

Museums.
Fine art, contemporary art.
Star observatories. Nature surrounding you at the moment.
The sky, the stars, the moon, the sun, the wind, the earth, the ocean.

Indian reservations.

Cliff dwellings, Hmm, don’t know why.

churches, temples and the quiet mountains.

Flowers of every kind,
wild ones, roses, orchids,tuberose, white flowers.
their fragrance,
how they bloom quietly in the blue mist of night.
In my solitude they seem to blossom
their love for this world.

All sorts of blue.

Grey, white, black, red and hint of pink

Not so much into orange…

I don’t like accessories. or little doodads.
Only the ones that carry memory,
a necklace from my mother,
rings and bracelets that keep her near,
a locket with a precious photograph of someone I Love,
Thin gold chains...

I only like comfortable clothing that hugs and flows with your body.

I throw things away easily.
Perhaps I’m not attached to things.
If I buy something new, I give something away.
Simple. 

I collect nothing.  well, now a few LPs

Except books.
There are too many books. but now I do need to get rid of them as well.
Most of my money goes to traveling and books.

I do everything quickly,
showering, getting ready, cooking, cleaning.

But I take my time with
reading,
thinking,
dreaming,
and planning future journeys.

String Two

I look at the sky a lot.
Day and night.

love the rainy day. brings out everything though. and it is intense.

Sometimes I wish
I were a cloud,
completely free.

Music, music.
Sometimes I wonder why I never studied it.
Yet I know beautiful music when I hear it.
My ear recognizes it the way the heart recognizes home. 

Music is the reason I live through.
It is love…
and that's where I found love.  True one.

Without love,
how could anyone endure
the absurdity of this world?

Music reminds me
that beneath all the noise and confusion
there is still harmony somewhere.

love to dance in rubato.
My body may sway away from time to time,
yet deep inside
there is stillness,
the quiet eye of a storm.

Love wine, sake, gin&tonic, chocolate, ice cream and fruits.
Italian food. Japanese food. Korean food.
Bread, bread,
and water.

I just don’t have a big appetite.

But blessed with no allergies of any kind.

So not all that picky

Animals.
They are honest creatures.

I walk fast.
I like martial arts. 

I like walking.

I like dancing.

I like bathing. brushing my teeth, flossing.

I like Japanese hot springs and ryokan.

Good at shining shoes, bad at ironing.

Good at washing, bad at folding.

Curious about everything new,
but afraid of roller coasters.
Still, I believe I should try once.
Some things must be experienced once
so we do not leave this world
without knowing. 

I am young at heart. kind of crazy at heart.
Almost like a child.
A shy tomboy.

I like to play, wrestle, get dirty like a kid.
Yet, I like things raw and hot…
never cute.

I love anime. movie and books.

I love fragrance.
Beautiful scent draws me in.
Sometimes it disappears into my skin,
and that is when I know the chemistry is right.

I like black curly hair, red hair, blond hair.

I can move like a butterfly,
but sometimes
I crash like a bird into a clear window.

Still flying.

The wind, the birds, the moon, the bright sun in the sky,
they remind me why I am here.

I am here to love.

and nurture my secret garden.
To love whatever I can
while I am still passing through this strange world.

Music carries me through it.
Through all its beauty
and all its absurdity and darkness.

And when I listen closely,
I remember…

somewhere in this vast world,
true love still exists.

Like this beautiful music created by two strings of frequency and become one eternal sound of music.

and most of all, I love dreaming, dreaming of all my favorite things...

Today’s strings of thoughts.

it was overloading in my head today... still adding...

Surrendering is the greatest form of freedom. Once someone said..

Nothing changes if nothing changes.

*A hidden journal entry from early / 2026