Have you been watching this? It's a crazy trainwreck slice of life reality show, part funny, part sweet, part sad, and 100% entertaining.
I wouldn't want to be a Gypsy or Traveller, but watching the show has reminded me that I want a Gypsy caravan. I've never outgrown my childish love of a "playhouse," and could probably create an entire village of tiny houses of one sort or another right here on Moss Hill.
Since Plan A crashed I've been living almost entirely by my own internal rhythms, sleeping, waking, eating when I feel like it, not when the clock says it's time. I'm usually awake long into the night, and sleep through the heat of the day.
I especially love to swim at night, in the dark pool, with no lights on at all. I spend long, quiet time floating , looking up at the stars as they wheel over head. If it's not too late Ursa Major is directly overhead, and I'm reminded of my brave friend named after that constellation. I keep meaning to tell her, now that she's moved so much closer to the stars, that I think of her almost every night...
Sometimes the frogs join us, swimming with their long legs, and even climbing up our arms to rest. I know it sounds strange, but I like it - it's as if they've welcomed me into "their" world.
I'm never afraid, even when there's no moon at all, and I'm alone here on Moss Hill, in the dark water. The solitude washes over me, and sinks in, deep and peaceful. I don't wait for falling stars to make my wishes. I'm always wishing, radiating my heart's desire out to the Universe like a thousand sky lanterns ablaze in the night sky.
This is my Summer. I don't know how it will end, and so have taken to calling it The Uncertain Summer. The truth, of course, is that I never knew how it would end. The difference is that now I know I don't know.
Watch:
The sky was a
midnight-blue, like warm, deep, blue water,
and the moon seemed to lie on it
like a water-lily,
Plan B is progressing nicely. I'm actually starting to enjoy the rhythm of my days, living not according to the clock but by my own tides.
There's also been some movement on the "get the job I'm meant to have" front - just a tiny ripple, but it's a start. As an affirmation of that, I've set up my home office, and I am LOVING it! It suits me perfectly, and has become my very most favorite place in the house. The cats and dogs agree, and have already claimed their spots.
I still need to find the right chair (the one I'm using is from the porch), and a pair of lamps for the desk, and do something about the window - maybe sheer panels on each side. I'm going thrifting tomorrow, certain that the things I need are out there, waiting for me to find them.
So, hello, Universe? As you can see, I'm getting ready for all the awesomeness you're planning for me. Thanks in advance for thinking of me!
Shit picture; it's just to give you the lay of the land.
So, let's go clockwise around the room...
Cat toy on the cupboard door. Welcome to my world!
Happy dogs, 3 of 6
The crazy one.
I got the kitty pencil sharpener in Stromness, Orkney, Scotland last summer.
Even pictures of the things that make me smile, make me smile!
We found this piece in an alley 10 years ago, tied it to the top of my car and took it home. After I painted/distressed it, it went into heavy rotation. I've used it to store my accessories, as bathroom storage, and now as office storage.
Happiness runs in a circular motion...
Concerning all acts of initiative (and creation), there is one elementary truth, the ignorance of which kills countless ideas and splendid plans:
Until one is committed, there is hesitancy, the chance to draw back, always ineffectiveness.
That the moment one definitely commits oneself, then Providence moves too.
All sorts of things occur to help one that would never otherwise have occurred. A whole stream of events issues from the decision, raising in one's favour all manner of unforeseen incidents and meetings and material assistance, which no man could have dreamed would have come his way.
