Sigh. My wisteria bloomed for the first time in this home that I live in. Nine years I have been here. Longest time I have ever lived in one place in my entire life. Incredible...
I was sitting outside in the scanty sunshine with my camera, chasing my mad moggy across the lawn with my lens and the contrast of mauve, blue and the soft green of new leaf was just too irresistible... Combine with Pablo Neruda and you have Spring in all its glorious verdant lushness...
I found myself writing poetry again today. I have been thinking about writing a book about the last 6 years as I painted my way out of madness and depression back into the light. The Journey of the Mandala, or something like that.
Then I thought I might like to do something completely different. Maybe even at the same time, coz I really do like a challenge. I thought I might put together a book of my published poetry and my photography. That would be pretty cool.
So I pondered on that all day, while I was cleaning out my spare room/studio space. Thought about it while I stacked and packed and sorted and chucked things out. Considered it while I dusted and vacuumed and mopped and polished... I'm still thinking about it. One can't hurry these things, LOL! It will ferment in my brain until it's all ready to come pouring out and then there will be no stopping it.
And I'm happy thinking, because while I concentrate on what to do next, I don't have time to hear the painful little thoughts crying from my heart. The sad little wishes and hopes that drift like dust bunnies in the breeze... I try to block out the wistful yearning and the sadness that sometimes threatens to overwhelm me because I know that in time, the hurt will fade and I will not feel so lost and lonely.
So on with life. On with the things that make life worth living. My son. My cat. My art. My friends :) It's not so much about survival now, but about joyful living. It's so wonderful to feel the light on my face again and in my heart.
Love and Blessings