I just finished watching the BBC miniseries Emma, based on the novel by Jane Austen. I really like it !



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I've been trying to start making art again, here. I've brought from Canada my pens and papers and all sort of small things to do little drawings and collages. I was unable to do anything in the first two weeks after my arrival in Korea, out of sheer fatigue and a really bad case of jet lag. But now that I feel better, I find that I have too many ideas and just don't know where to start! I want to make little drawings of this, a little collage for that. And yesterday I was suddenly struck with the envy of doing colorful bears to put on our walls accompanied by a solar systems and dozens of stars. I just don't know where to start! I have this bad habit that when I'm overwhelmed with too many things, I just end up doing nothing. Therefore, I have to find a way to start a little project and I am sure that the rest will follow. I will try this tomorrow.

Today we are suppose to go explore our neighborhood and find all kinds of little shops and restaurants. We love finding those little Korean stores that have all kinds of little cheap things inside and go through them and find little treasures. It is our own little Korean treasure hunt.
The other day I saw Peter Rabbits tissues, which I am more than incline to buy today :) Actually, I always get so excited because they love Peter Rabbit here, and have Peter Rabbit things everywhere and for everything (last time I was here I saw a Peter Rabbit toilet seat...)
This should be a fun day :)

Take care of yourselves loves.
xxx

I'm still tired and I'm still catching up on everything.
I promise that I will make a post soon about everything I see and do here and about Korea and...well...
I just don't feel like talking about it right now, I'm still quite in a haze. I think.

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In my head I can make myself be so small that I could fin in any toy boat. I would make it sail on rivers and ponds, and so small would I be it would feel like the ocean. It would take days to go down the creek and even more to cross the river. Only a few miles ahead would feel like the other side of the world. I would meet strange creatures and harsh storms of wind. And at the end of the day, when the sun would go down behind the hills and the stars would appear in the sky, I would grow back and slowly walk back home. Just to start again another day.

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Dream worlds. Fantastical worlds.
Ever changing and evolving, full of mysterious things and people, dangers and adventures.
They can be created with the softness of a thought, the ephemerality of secrets and be destroyed by the force of a whisper. Just to be reborn again different, but the same.
In neverending stories, we are all Childlike Emperors and Empresses, holding our worlds together with the strength of a wish, 

"Piglet sidled up to Pooh from behind. 'Pooh?' he whispered.
'Yes, Piglet?'
'Nothing,' said Piglet, taking Pooh's hand. 'I just wanted to be sure of you.'"
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I want a Pooh for Christmas. Or I should say, I want a One Hundred Acre Woods to run off to with my own SleepyBear, so we can play all day. I'll hold a piglet's hand so as to not make him scared, and we'll go by the river and play poohsticks over the bridge. We might even try to catch an heffalump. But most of all we'll sit in that place that is nice for picnics and bask in the sun and dream away the day. And when the snow comes, we'll make snowmen until we can't feel our toes and fingers and nose anymore, then we'll hide in a tree and drink hot chocolate and tea with honey and let songs come to us and hum them in the dim light of a fire.

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"How lucky I am to have something that makes saying goodbye so hard."

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