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Epiphanies
Awake at 3 am last night, I put some magnesium oil on to help me relax and get back to sleep, and started journalling to get the busy out of my brain onto paper. I'll bet if I read that today, it'll look like a lot of disjointed thoughts, written haphazardly.
But, as I was writing, I had the epiphany that I was good at encouraging a friend to write and illustrate a book to utilize her talents, but I wasn't so good at applying that to myself. Oh, I can give a million reasons why I haven't, but if I'm honest with myself, every single one of those 'reasons' are mere excuses. I haven't made it a priority, simple as that.
After journalling, I've realized I've needed this year to really settle in to my new home, as I've moved every year for the past four years, and my life has been in turmoil due to these unforeseen circumstances. Now that I'm settled and really enjoying my little dream home and the lovely community I'm in, it's time to get organized, focussed, and motivated.
One of my 'dreams' is to paint my way through France, Italy and Spain, and take about 3 months to do so. I have a plan on how I'm going to achieve that, and now it's time for me to start putting that plan into action. It's also time for me to get back into my art studio. I moved into this house as it has 3 bedrooms and I could make one an art room and another the office, having them separate.
Well, that was a good plan, but I haven't painted for 3 years now, partly due to the stress and turbulence in my life. But that's over now and has been for a good six months. Partly it's due to my immersion in photography which has taken up my time and energy. Again though, that's an excuse. I've wasted time in the evenings online and on the phone instead of in my studio, truth be told.
Now that the creative bug has bit me again, I know I'll be spending time in my art studio again, using all those wonderful colours that are waving at me to squeeze their little tubular bodies.
But, as I was writing, I had the epiphany that I was good at encouraging a friend to write and illustrate a book to utilize her talents, but I wasn't so good at applying that to myself. Oh, I can give a million reasons why I haven't, but if I'm honest with myself, every single one of those 'reasons' are mere excuses. I haven't made it a priority, simple as that.
After journalling, I've realized I've needed this year to really settle in to my new home, as I've moved every year for the past four years, and my life has been in turmoil due to these unforeseen circumstances. Now that I'm settled and really enjoying my little dream home and the lovely community I'm in, it's time to get organized, focussed, and motivated.
One of my 'dreams' is to paint my way through France, Italy and Spain, and take about 3 months to do so. I have a plan on how I'm going to achieve that, and now it's time for me to start putting that plan into action. It's also time for me to get back into my art studio. I moved into this house as it has 3 bedrooms and I could make one an art room and another the office, having them separate.
Well, that was a good plan, but I haven't painted for 3 years now, partly due to the stress and turbulence in my life. But that's over now and has been for a good six months. Partly it's due to my immersion in photography which has taken up my time and energy. Again though, that's an excuse. I've wasted time in the evenings online and on the phone instead of in my studio, truth be told.
Now that the creative bug has bit me again, I know I'll be spending time in my art studio again, using all those wonderful colours that are waving at me to squeeze their little tubular bodies.
Do you feel others?
We are all looking for fun things in life
There are many things that make us happy and enjoy
A few days ago I was doing something that a friend called me and sent a video
It was so shocking that a little girl of 8 years old lost her legs because of the war and used food cans to go to school
My God is very sad and very unfortunate
What should I do !!
I got in touch with the girl 's father and explained it to me
The other shock is that her father also lost his limbs !!
It is still very difficult and I feel very sad for them
I just wanted to share this with you
I wonder if we feel others and we can do something for them??
You can see the girl through this link
There are many things that make us happy and enjoy
A few days ago I was doing something that a friend called me and sent a video
It was so shocking that a little girl of 8 years old lost her legs because of the war and used food cans to go to school
My God is very sad and very unfortunate
What should I do !!
I got in touch with the girl 's father and explained it to me
The other shock is that her father also lost his limbs !!
It is still very difficult and I feel very sad for them
I just wanted to share this with you
I wonder if we feel others and we can do something for them??
You can see the girl through this link
PABLO NERUDA
Me gustas cuando callas porque estás como ausente,
y me oyes desde lejos, y mi voz no te toca.
Parece que los ojos se te hubieran volado
y parece que un beso te cerrara la boca.
Como todas las cosas están llenas de mi alma
emerges de las cosas, llena del alma mía.
Mariposa de sueño, te pareces a mi alma,
y te pareces a la palabra melancolía.
Me gustas cuando callas y estás como distante.
Y estás como quejándote, mariposa en arrullo.
Y me oyes desde lejos, y mi voz no te alcanza:
déjame que me calle con el silencio tuyo.
Déjame que te hable también con tu silencio
claro como una lámpara, simple como un anillo.
Eres como la noche, callada y constelada.
Tu silencio es de estrella, tan lejano y sencillo.
Me gustas cuando callas porque estás como ausente.
Distante y dolorosa como si hubieras muerto.
Una palabra entonces, una sonrisa bastan.
Y estoy alegre, alegre de que no sea cierto
y me oyes desde lejos, y mi voz no te toca.
Parece que los ojos se te hubieran volado
y parece que un beso te cerrara la boca.
Como todas las cosas están llenas de mi alma
emerges de las cosas, llena del alma mía.
Mariposa de sueño, te pareces a mi alma,
y te pareces a la palabra melancolía.
Me gustas cuando callas y estás como distante.
Y estás como quejándote, mariposa en arrullo.
Y me oyes desde lejos, y mi voz no te alcanza:
déjame que me calle con el silencio tuyo.
Déjame que te hable también con tu silencio
claro como una lámpara, simple como un anillo.
Eres como la noche, callada y constelada.
Tu silencio es de estrella, tan lejano y sencillo.
Me gustas cuando callas porque estás como ausente.
Distante y dolorosa como si hubieras muerto.
Una palabra entonces, una sonrisa bastan.
Y estoy alegre, alegre de que no sea cierto
Books and Reading
I recently came across a Best Books list, and thought it would be interesting to see what people thought of it, and if they had read many of them (No, watching the film doesn’t count 
)
‘Best’ is subjective, and this list is probably Western-centric, but it does cover a lot of genres.
I can never remember not reading, from earliest childhood to the present day. Reading has always been an important part of my life. It is how I discover new words; new styles; new ideas and new worlds.
As kids we used to trot down to the local library on a Saturday morning to gleefully choose our books for the week. I didn’t read many classics as a kid, I was more into Enid Blyton or other adventure books.
It was only as a teenager I started reading deeper books, but I still enjoy a good mystery/murder novel.
I prefer to watch Shakespeare plays being performed rather than reading them, and I, to my shame, have never got to love James Joyce. I never really liked romantic novels either, especially chick-lit.
I love travel books. I get totally engrossed in the journey and the adventure. Dervla Murphy was my favourite travel writer growing up. She was so independent; fearless; bohemian and different to the people I knew in real life that I loved her, and followed her travels with glee.
Apart from all Oscar Wilde books (he is my favourite author, being witty and irreverent), a few books stand out in my mind as being memorable:
The Alchemist by Paulo Cuehlo
Sarum by Edward Rutherford
One Hundred Years of Solitude by Gabriel Garcia Lorca
A Place Apart – Dervla Murphy
Gulliver's Travels - Dean Swift
Vernon God Little by DBC Pierre
What are your favourite books/authors.genres?
Best Book list to follow....
)‘Best’ is subjective, and this list is probably Western-centric, but it does cover a lot of genres.
I can never remember not reading, from earliest childhood to the present day. Reading has always been an important part of my life. It is how I discover new words; new styles; new ideas and new worlds.
As kids we used to trot down to the local library on a Saturday morning to gleefully choose our books for the week. I didn’t read many classics as a kid, I was more into Enid Blyton or other adventure books.
It was only as a teenager I started reading deeper books, but I still enjoy a good mystery/murder novel.
I prefer to watch Shakespeare plays being performed rather than reading them, and I, to my shame, have never got to love James Joyce. I never really liked romantic novels either, especially chick-lit.
I love travel books. I get totally engrossed in the journey and the adventure. Dervla Murphy was my favourite travel writer growing up. She was so independent; fearless; bohemian and different to the people I knew in real life that I loved her, and followed her travels with glee.
Apart from all Oscar Wilde books (he is my favourite author, being witty and irreverent), a few books stand out in my mind as being memorable:
The Alchemist by Paulo Cuehlo
Sarum by Edward Rutherford
One Hundred Years of Solitude by Gabriel Garcia Lorca
A Place Apart – Dervla Murphy
Gulliver's Travels - Dean Swift
Vernon God Little by DBC Pierre
What are your favourite books/authors.genres?
Best Book list to follow....
Soul searching..
Day 11th:
f*ck! What I am trying to prove is that through my intentions I am creating angels, messiahs and prophets. Isn't that better than living an empty life? Isn't that better than settling for what you have? Why do you think you were so drawn to that boring life? You aren't human if you do that.....either am I. Yeah, I never EVER second guess my heart. Everyday is better than the next. I have no addictions and there is nothing I can't do. I want nothing but I try to achieve the impossible. Yeah, I want nothing at all. That's amazing.
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Saturday:
This astonishing four-year scandinavian pilgrimage has been littered with sleeping pills, lots of fun, dehydration, mental breakdown and three-month MacDonald's binges. Now, somewhere over the rainbow, the world belongs to me. For the second time, the full tale of my journey from trauma to personal triumph starts all over again. WHAT THE f*ck.
I can't just stand still like the rest of the people, looking at all the lights, and thinking to themselves that out of those millions of lights, not one of them knows them and we're just f*cking rotting away doing nothing.
The resulting stories of these travels have become the stuff of my folklore. Stuff that happened, you know? Me spinning a hire car in circles on the lawn until the wheels came off. My friends having six-hour haircut marathons. Me disappearing for five days. My mate chucking a chair through a plate-glass window in glee when we all left for breakfast at five in the morning, immediately after I opened up the car door, the whole experience, was really insane in ways that only good friends, bad booze and mixed emotions can make.
I'd come to a point where it wasn't one hundred percent, and I think without going through a bit of trauma, I wouldn't have what I've got now...which is special.
...there's no way you can stop dead. That's an impossibility, actually. So the reason things happened the way they did was because they had to happen that way. I had to go to those places, and I had to go and be myself because I don't know how to do anything else.
Armed with my share of craziness, I treated myself, initiating "the most ridiculously indulgent, decadent three months", which amounted to a takeaway delivery of MacCombos every day until the money ran out.
UPDATE:!
The other day, I was walking past this cheap furniture store, and I was questioning why, why is the furniture so shit? You can design something of beauty with cheap materials. It's almost like people giving in - it's like, 'Oh, they don't have any money - f*ck 'em! Just give 'em that shit-designed thing there. That'll do for 'em, 'cause they can't buy anything else.'
And that whole philosophy has crept into everything we do now.
But you know, people always say about me that I take the difficult route around everything.
Eh, maybe that's because I'm still looking, I'm still searching, I'm not putting a full stop on the end of it. There is no full stop. There is no end. That's the beauty of it :)
But all this has been achieved at some cost, I have endured enormous tension; I have smashed up hotels, shattered relationships and tried fearsome experiments with northern places.
f*ck! What I am trying to prove is that through my intentions I am creating angels, messiahs and prophets. Isn't that better than living an empty life? Isn't that better than settling for what you have? Why do you think you were so drawn to that boring life? You aren't human if you do that.....either am I. Yeah, I never EVER second guess my heart. Everyday is better than the next. I have no addictions and there is nothing I can't do. I want nothing but I try to achieve the impossible. Yeah, I want nothing at all. That's amazing.
***********************
Saturday:
This astonishing four-year scandinavian pilgrimage has been littered with sleeping pills, lots of fun, dehydration, mental breakdown and three-month MacDonald's binges. Now, somewhere over the rainbow, the world belongs to me. For the second time, the full tale of my journey from trauma to personal triumph starts all over again. WHAT THE f*ck.
I can't just stand still like the rest of the people, looking at all the lights, and thinking to themselves that out of those millions of lights, not one of them knows them and we're just f*cking rotting away doing nothing.
The resulting stories of these travels have become the stuff of my folklore. Stuff that happened, you know? Me spinning a hire car in circles on the lawn until the wheels came off. My friends having six-hour haircut marathons. Me disappearing for five days. My mate chucking a chair through a plate-glass window in glee when we all left for breakfast at five in the morning, immediately after I opened up the car door, the whole experience, was really insane in ways that only good friends, bad booze and mixed emotions can make.
I'd come to a point where it wasn't one hundred percent, and I think without going through a bit of trauma, I wouldn't have what I've got now...which is special.
...there's no way you can stop dead. That's an impossibility, actually. So the reason things happened the way they did was because they had to happen that way. I had to go to those places, and I had to go and be myself because I don't know how to do anything else.
Armed with my share of craziness, I treated myself, initiating "the most ridiculously indulgent, decadent three months", which amounted to a takeaway delivery of MacCombos every day until the money ran out.
UPDATE:!
The other day, I was walking past this cheap furniture store, and I was questioning why, why is the furniture so shit? You can design something of beauty with cheap materials. It's almost like people giving in - it's like, 'Oh, they don't have any money - f*ck 'em! Just give 'em that shit-designed thing there. That'll do for 'em, 'cause they can't buy anything else.'
And that whole philosophy has crept into everything we do now.
But you know, people always say about me that I take the difficult route around everything.
Eh, maybe that's because I'm still looking, I'm still searching, I'm not putting a full stop on the end of it. There is no full stop. There is no end. That's the beauty of it :)
But all this has been achieved at some cost, I have endured enormous tension; I have smashed up hotels, shattered relationships and tried fearsome experiments with northern places.
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