It makes life a lot easier to think about our blessings rather than our curses. A rain shower is not an annoyance that will soak me to the skin but a chance to give my muddy Docs a rinse. My cold is a blessing because it's come from my new telephone job. The bloke and I decided not to celebrate St. Valentine's Day this year but instead Parinirvana. We went for a bracing walk around Leigh Woods. By bracing, I mean that I got us completely lost in some very dark woods. It's why my Docs needed a rinse. We got very muddy and were barely talking to each other. But as we crossed Clifton Suspension Bridge, we saw a meteor. A Meteor!
It's not just hippy dippy positive thinking but a complete reversal of how we interpret our lives and what befalls us. In the past, I have believed that it was my fault that I got a cold. By thinking only of blessings, it becomes not a rod to punish myself with but a celebration of the life that I am, for the first time in recent memory, happy to live.
|Stevie Nicks is my Spirit Animal!|
On a recent trip to the library, I got to see the Book Hive, which is an installation piece of motion-activated books. As you come nearer to the books, they open up. The sound and movement of the books is mesmerising.
|My hair was a work against gravity. Just a few hairpins holding up a hell of a lot of hair!|
For numerous reasons, I suffer nightmares every night without fail. I have been drawn to dream catchers not so much for a belief that they would stop them but as a symbol of strength. I do suffer nightmares but the dream catcher, for me, means that I don't let them conquer me. I try to not let them seep into my days.
Cardigan: New Look // Dress: White Stuff // Vest: H&M // Necklace: Accessorize via Ebay // Earrings: Accessorize via Ebay //
|Check out my super cute new pug friend from my super gorgeous human friend Jess!|
Torn between the names Captain Pugwash or Matthew McConnaughey! Please vote!