Saturday, 23 August 2014
Friday, 22 August 2014
Wednesday, 13 August 2014
Sunday, 10 August 2014
A mug of tea. And some backgrounds ready for painting later in the week. I started working this afternoon and found I couldn't stop. I think I have full moon fever- I've too much energy, I'm light headed and flushed of cheek.
I'm now sat watching The Wedding Planner with a glass of wine trying to relax my brain a little bit. Am I the only one who watches Jennifer Lopez's character at the beginning of that film, eating her meal for one, hoovering her curtains, folding her clothes and thinks gosh, that looks like quite a pleasant way to spend an evening?
Saturday, 9 August 2014
A couple of books
Numerous lip balms
Face powder and powder brush
Shells from the beach at Aberdovey
About 60p in small change
Just out of shot: numerous receipts detailing an increasingly expensive predilection for coconut water . Also, sanitary products.
Friday, 8 August 2014
My today is knowing that the Tower card I keep pulling out of the deck is beginning to show up in my life. I think things are about to fall apart.
My today is trusting that this will be beautiful. And right.
My today is carrying on with the August Break prompts even though my decent camera broke and I missed two. Hence the smudged selfie (today's actual prompt). Note: the Galaxy Ace does not have a good camera phone.
My today is drinking 2 litres of water and eating foods that feel good. My today is also not berating myself for the bad food choices I made earlier in the week.
My today is walking in the sunshine and taking a proper lunch break. My today is claiming small pieces of my life back and knowing that eventually I will own all of it.
My today is staying with my Mum and sitting in her back garden with a glass of yellow wine, watching the ancient apple tree swell with fruit, branches so heavy the weaker apples fall, small background thuds during dinner.
My today is staring too long out of my office window as the canal boats drift languidly pass.
My today is quiet, many colleagues and friends here instead of at work. My today is feeling relaxed about not going along with them, feeling in my bones that I need a quiet weekend around comfortable people.
My today is feeling the persistent pull of a old bad habit. My today is not yielding to that pull but allowing that ache to exist without trying to smother it with ice cream.
Tuesday, 5 August 2014
Three teasels. A painting half way through. I cannot tell you how good it feels to have spent a happy two hours at my desk simply playing. No pressure. No need to create a masterpiece. After 18 months of poor health and dwindling motivation in the face of gruelling soulwork, to feel that childish giddiness over something as simple as going to work, coming home, applying some paint and having a glass of wine it's... well... *cue big contented sigh*
You know when you see crowds of teenage girls chatting and giggling, swollen with hormones, garish nail polish, furiously backcombed hair and you can't imagine what could have made them laugh so breathlessly, barely able to contain their excitement? And if you're having a bad day you might frown at their exuberance but if you dug a little deeper you know you would give anything to feel that free again? It feels like that.
Monday, 4 August 2014
Sunday, 3 August 2014
The bedroom windows as they were today. Closed with curtains drawn, no sound filtering through from the busy street outside. There were also books, cups of peppermint tea, some dark chocolate and a well earned rest. Even nine weeks after surgery my body is still surprising me with new pinches and pains as it tries to mend itself.
I've never really been a tea drinker until this year and though I still don't like your average cup of English tea, I love a nice, fragrant herbal mix. The ritual of boiling the kettle, letting the bag steep for a few minutes, waiting for it to cool enough so that the mug can be cupped and drawn close, it calms a fretful mind like nothing else.
Saturday, 2 August 2014
Friday, 1 August 2014
So i'm participating in this as a way of getting me back into blogging. A prompt, one photo a day and somewhere along the way perhaps the story of the last twelve months will emerge. It's a story that includes new freindships, breakdowns, eight months of therapy, two major rounds of surgery and lots and lots of healing. Roughly in that order. That's the short version.
For now, let's just think about lunch. Which I forgot to do. One pesto salad scoffed whilst prepping for the new term, mind elsewhere until all that was left was an empty tupperware container. But this is lunch number two, a treat after a morning of paperwork. Not lunch exactly but the perfect way to end forty minutes browsing in the Oxfam bookshop; a haven of muted classical music, bookiness and fairtrade chocolate punctuated only by the smell of wet pavement wafting through the door. Ah, the humble Marks and Spencer's caramel tart. Truly the nicest sweet treat you can buy yourself in a market town with no artisan bakery.