I finally saw Howl’s Floating Castle. I was surprised how much of the dialog I understood (even though it never crossed the 10% threshold). I was easily able to pick up on the subject (unlike how effortlessly I’m writing now). But, the film was beautiful, and I dropped a tear or two (and I didn’t even get it).
And good things have come out of opening up on the ol’ blog. Sometimes I think I have to go it alone, and then I type something like “I need another piece of iron”, which clearly contradicts my first thot. Helps me see myself. Plus, when you write back, it’s even better. The sounding board is there, and this is what community is about.
The gibberish has not been made straight (but I think it’s of the kind that rarely ever gets lined-up), but more light has been cast, and feelings have been felt. As I wrote elsewhere: I’m content to drift, tho at times I get cabin fever.