love and waga
luna came over last night unexpectedly…which was cool. i really do love spending time with her. she does demand a lot of attention, but she doesn’t live with me so i try to give her a lot when she’s here. i can feel it going to good places in her. i can sense the energy exchange between us, and i can tell that the love and attention is a soothing or healing thing for her…it restores. rebalances. or maybe that’s just me. it’s probably both, eh? i guess that’s the point.
it’s a tuff spot in her speech use. she knows enough that she tries to speak in some pretty ambitious sentences now, but half of it is mushmouth to me. i can’t help but start laughing from deep affection, watching her hand gesture and her forehead wrinkle as she launches into her talk. frustrating to not understand it so well sometimes. i don’t want her to take it as her fault. we work it out.
she hears “agua” a lot, as well as “water” (water said with an oregon accent and a slightly new york-tinted accent, both) and it has all worked out so far to waga. she’s quite a character. when i get to playing on the congas, when i fall into a groove, you should see her start dancing. moving her shoulders forward and back one by one. she’s beautiful and funny.