So I’m sitting in the pub at the moment. Felt blue again this morning so thought I would have a nice day to make myself feel better. My morning was pretty chill, made a coffee and smoked weed for the first few hours of the day, then decided to head into town, the charity shops were calling.
Beautiful colours and patterns always make me feel better, they get me excited, and everyone always compliments me on my style (including myself I love my clothes), so charity shopping really appeals to me. Sometimes I wonder if I should get into making or designing clothes, maybe some day I will.
A big part of me wishes I had a camera, then it would be easy to show people the places I’ve been and the books I get and the quotes I love, but everytime I get technology I seem to lose it, which is very symbolic to me, maybe all this connectivity is not meant for me; constant contact, never allowed my own space and time, the universe is looking out for me and keeping me away from this. Still, I have the crappy camera on my laptop, and it’s easy to borrow a friends phone when with them. My alone time is just for me it seems.
James Blunt is playing in the pub and I can’t help but sing along. It’s such a cheesy song, memories come back to me of me and my sister singing it with all the emotion in the world when we were 8 and 9. The nostalgia makes me happy, even the bitter nostalgia. It all has a purpose and I can’t help but appreciate every emotion in their own way.
Today I bought a really beautiful book of poetry that I need to share with everyone. Rupi Kaur – Milk and Honey. Synchronically, a tab with that book had been open on my laptop for the past few weeks, I kept on putting off buying it for some reason and then found it in my local charity book shop today, displayed proudly, the first thing I saw upon walking in, placed at the top of my favourite section, and for half the price. The energy of life seems to always know what it’s doing, guiding me in the direction that is right for me.
Today I will share a painting as well as a poem. The painting was done quite a while ago during a beautiful art day with my friend Fee. Today I bought 6 mini canvasses, they are really cute and it will be exciting to put them to good use! I will share them when done, but for now a wee impressionist painting and poem will do! x
I like special places
private places
crevasses and holes
spaces with no need for control
places with rivers
places with trees
those left to grow over spaces
and mossy spaces
spaces where no one knows
spaces where i feel at home
creativeflow 