(Sweet peas from my garden. I planted them amongst the bean vines.)
I was trawling my photographs looking for blog inspiration and I thought – Geez, there are so many random shots which aren’t really ‘about’ anything….’
…and there I found this post.
(Friends of mine have a red window at the end of their hallway, which imbues the outside world with a trippy feel…)
Superficially, my life could look quite dull. I live in a small city with a reputation for mediocrity. I live in an urban bungalow, parenting two kids and trying to cling on to my creative life while I do it.
But it’s rich in my head, folks, rich and vivid and alive and busy….the only way I can stop my whirling mind is yoga, especially savasana which I is why I have taken to it so intently – it’s less about the physical practice for me and more about the break from my brain.
(My friend made this paver in a mosaics class we took together years ago. I am not sure about my new gold nail-polish.)
So long as your inner life is rich and interesting, what does the outer life matter, especially?
& my shitty little Canon Ixus is like an extension of my mind – creating/capturing the world as I see it…which is a world of colour, beauty and random excellence.
Images are doing far more for me than words lately. Increasingly words are inept for all that sifts through me.
(My brother, a blokey-bloke with big builder’s hands, decorated the Christmas pavlova and was so sweetly pleased with it and himself. An uncharacteristic moment.)
(A window in my local cafe. Yesterday I sat there with a coffee for over an hour, staring at this window and writing the world’s longest to-do list, post-school holidays.)
I am an everyday dreamer.
My life is not particularly special/glamorous, but I am good at finding the special in it. It has taken me a long time to a) recognise this about myself and b) value it.