Yesterday was lovely – cool, with a peace that settled around me. I had some bikkies to eat…
And reading to do!
A comfortable day, with incense burning, and my big chair to sink into.
Last night was fragmented (sick Bean in the house 😥 ) A bit better this morning, but I knew I’d have to catch up on some sleep. We still got the morning errands done, but my “catch up” turned into groggily snoozing the rest of the day.
I had things to do!
But, there’s still tomorrow. The sun will rise, and creativity will shine again. There will be writing, and drawing, and painting. And (more) reading, of course!
There’s a plan anda purpose in every day, even when the day goes a bit wonky. 🙂
Just taking a break from a strenuous programme of watching YouTube and episodes of Death In Paradise 😆 Seriously…I’ve had a good day of catching up with transcribing notes, and revisiting the concepts from the lessons they came from. It’s taking time, but is also inspiring. I’ve been thinking about the “faces” we wear, and the importance of finding why we are here, in this life, in this place. I was watching a cover of a song from Barbie (the recent movie) – the original is hauntingly lovely/sad, but I thought I’d share this one. If you haven’t seen the movie, there’s a theme here of authenticity – of being “real”.
We all spend some amount of time finding out what we’re made for. Some work it out while they’re still young. Some never get there. I think most of us get there at some point…but sometimes, when things change – we’re off again, trying to find our place in the world, and our people. It’s the question everyone’s asking, even if they don’t know it.
I’ve never been big on makeup. There was a brief time in my life where I was an Avon lady. I had a lot of samples, and tried all of them out. It never looked quite right, and I’ve always hated the feel of it on my face. I found a more natural range, which felt quite nice, but still looked odd to me. In the end, I couldn’t really be bothered…my face is mine, and it’s good enough for me 🙂 There are a lot of boxes in the world – ones that people are supposed to fit into, and then stay in forever. By the time we’re in school, and often before, we’ve been put in a box somewhere. It’s generally one we haven’t chosen, and it’s hard to get out. I don’t feel like I’ve fitted in any of the boxes I’ve seen. Maybe there’s room to make a box? One with open doors and transparent sides…flowers and colours and perfumes and songs! After all my years, I’m happy with myself. Not perfect, of course. Still a weirdo to other people. But “me”, as much as me can be. I still have a lot to learn and grow into – that’s a lifelong thing, really – but I’m learning what I’m here for. I hope you are too.
And here’s another song, for when people tell you you “can’t”.
It’s been a week or so of leaden days, with a few shivering mornings as well. The sunsets have been pretty good, though.
We went to the cafe the other day – we’re trying to make it a regular thing. It was so cold they had blankets folded on the outside tables for anyone brave enough to sit there. That wasn’t us… I like the mix of textures they have there (although we did briefly muse about the difficulties of dusting). There are interesting things wherever you look.
Lots of shells and seedpods.
Many friendly bunnies, strategically placed.
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A whole display of shell necklaces (I have my eye on a couple, when I have some spare cash 😀 )
Painterly effects…
My world sometimes seems small in scope, and it’s tempting to drop into sadness. I love this house – a good thing, since I’m so often here! – but in some ways it should be more difficult. We’re on a main road and diagonal to a pub (potential noise), we look out onto shops and have no garden to speak of (but plenty of flowers!), our neighbours are very close (potential lack of privacy). What could be barren can become beautiful… and we can still choose to hear the music in the wastelands.
Another pottering kind of day, with a couple of forays into the charity shops around here. It was sunny and warm, the walking was easy, and I found some lovely things to take home. I also just missed out on some things I’d had my eye on and went back to pick up – once in each shop – the item was either just being paid for, or literally being taken off the shelf as I walked up. I tend to look at some things and go back later when I’m sure. If it’s gone, I assume I was never meant to have it. Having the thing picked up just as I’m about to reach for it seems a bit much, though (but what does it mean?? 😆 ) I didn’t get what I went there for, but I did get various things I didn’t go for. We can’t have pets here, but I thought we could do with a guard dog.
I liked this, and brought it home to put up in my studio. It reminds me of what I’m here for 🙂
I have been listening to this the last few nights –
I think that we all have “something wild”, where the wonder comes from. Sometimes we just forget.
Speaking of wild…
Struggling in the middle of concrete and stone? Maybe you can still grow! ❤
As for the “pear” in the title… the Salvo’s over the road often has free bread, and sometimes fruit and veg. Today, in the middle of the greens, was a small, bright, perfect pear.
a bit of creativity, a bit of eco consciousness, a bit of inspiration.... hopefully not a lot of pompousness and blathering :D
i'm not entirely sure what's going on here... let's travel along and see...
