John is a mechanic. He used to be mobile but now he has his own workshop in an industrial estate. He likes going to the beach – but not sandy ones, because he doesn’t like finding sand in his chips.
Every Friday evening he goes to the pub after work, for a pint of lagger. Not this week though…
“A lamp does not flicker in a place where no winds blow; so it is with the yogi, who controls his mind, intellect and self, being absorbed in the spirit within him. When the restlessness of the mind, intellect and self is stilled through the practice of Yoga, the yogi by the grace of the spirit within himself finds fulfilment.”
– Bhagavad Gita. Chapter 6.
There is a corner in November – this year it was two Thursdays ago – when all of a sudden the temperature dropped and there was a very distinctive nip in the air.
I woke up this morning with the urge to paint a flamingo. I thought about it for a while, and I started playing with my watercolours. Bird number 1 came about (the one on the left, probably not an early bird by the looks of him).
I thought I’d try again, and bird number 2 turned up, right next to number 1.
He looks a bit sorry for himself. I suspect he finds bird number 1’s stare a bit too intense…
I closed my eyes and tried to think about flamingos… About the fact that I thought for years that the name of the band Pink Floyd meant Pink Flamingos – Which I suspect is the case for a lot of French people.
A flamingo…. Hmmmm.
When and where did I see one?
When someone passes away, those who are left behind are left with a bottomless pit of emptiness. They can fill up that void with memories, sorrow, sadness… Nothing it seems will quite fill up that gap. And one will feel lost and at loss. I do believe that, despite what a lot of people think, Death is much harder for those who stay behind and are left having to deal with the loss of a loved one.
Words are useless. So are images. But music can soothe. Music is full of the charge of memories reminding you of your lost one… But it can also allow oneself to release the emotional overload…
As I ponder on the meaning of Home
I notice the universal sound, Om.
Om, Sweet Om – When do we get to go home?
Is Om, the sound of our universe, Home?
However hard we try, some places will never feel like home.
And sometimes we stumble upon a place and our heart sings: OM!!!!!!
I guess a place feels like home when we feel at peace with ourselves and the world by just… being there.
Could it be that once we are at peace with ourselves and the world around us, then we will feel at home everywhere we go? This fuzzy, homely feeling will be with us, for good?
I do think so.
She was waiting for her next patient to settle. While she was reading across her notes, the woman was lying prone on the table, with blocks supporting her hips. She could see that her legs weren’t quite straight as she noticed that her feet were not quite next to each other.
She started to apply pressure on the lower back of the patient. The woman’s body tensed up instantly and she let out a noise.
I remember being at a creative writing workshop a while back and being asked to write the end of the sentence: “I want to write because…”
I jotted down the first think that came to my mind: to let the hammer head sharks out of my head.
I suppose this answer is still valid.
It’s a creative outlet, a virtual place I go to, to create something, anything.
I have often sat down, logged in, and just started writing a few lines, an haiku…
This last year I have been blogging to share my watercolour paintings as I set myself the challenge to be able to paint animals in watercolours and share them to overcome this good old “I suck” mindset of mine.
I always have something creative on the go. For me creativity is a form of meditation, it makes me connect with my own rythm, with my soul. Everyday I work on something I’m in the middle of making. Even if it’s just a little bit. I need to be making something with my hands… May it be a watercolour painting, cooking or knitting. I’m a big knitting fan. I Just love the way it feels, to hold yarn in my hands and to turn it into an item of clothing, anything I want. Magic!
I always have my knitting in my bag and I get it out and work on it whenever I get a chance (there is enough waiting times in one’s day). Typically every Tuesday while watching my son at his gymnastic class, while chatting away with another mum, or at the playground, in the evening, early morning… Whenever I have a moment really. Funnily enough, I have never blogged about my knitting eventhough knitting is on my mind and in my hands quite a lot. Why? Probably because I don’t think I’m good enough at it to be worth sharing… See? The good old “I’m not good enough” thing again!
I have always been passionate about the Do It Yourself culture, back in my punk days until now :) I love learning new skills and I really enjoy the satisfaction of being able to make things myself.
I do keep a journal as well as blogging (my actual journals are full of rants, and long winded introspective, self indulging analysis, a bit boring really). I like the idea of trying to put together something articulated that may be of interest to others. If it’s just for me, then it’s not big enough.
I don’t find blogging to be a very social activity though. For me it feels like the opposite, it often makes me feel lonely, but I remind myself that the journey is more important than the destination. The most important is that I enjoy writing, the creative process, and sharing things out there, for the odd person who ends up here, from whatever path they are on. I hope that it might make them smile and inspire them to create something with their hands, anything…. So that they too might feel this contentment, this joy of making something yourself.