Thoughts
Craving space ~
Wondering down through tiny hedged streets, walking to fill the kettle, watching the sun go down every night, feeling the change in the wind, smelling the grass in the morning, hearing the waves crashing in the middle of the night as the baby snuggles over from one side of the tent to ours, we are all together with the purpose of being in the day and lapping it up.
camping always does this, reminds me of who I want to be and what it is I really crave deep down, some space, some silence, to move away from the rhythms that this life has a hold on me. Connection saying hello to a stranger on my way to the toilet, just sitting letting the view soak over me, rinsing off the tricky bedtime, trying to get baby to end his day of being completely outdoors, in the elements, walking freely.
so we’ve made a few promises, that I feel just sound so pathetic ~ to not put the television on, to not use certain social media sites that have a hold, to try and practise just one job at a time, and just a week from being field focused to being back into old bricks I’ve noticed a few things and that is why I am writing this, to remind me.
the very simple thing of when you are not given a thousand things to look at, you actually see what it is you want to look at.
I heard news of a new surf fan zine through email, to read it in this way made it personal and exciting instead of just letting it filter in through me, a passing image. I replied, there was a connection between two humans. I’ve found 3 recipes I’m excited to try, and now feel I have the time to try as my mind is less full of unnecessary bumf. And finally this video I had the space and time to listen to one of or my favourite lady Patti Smith, she’s the meaning of Gloria, she’s the voice of my path, and here she is doing what she’s done but I’ve never made the time or thought I didn’t have the time to listen.
we say goodnight to all our things too. it’s funny these invisible ties, to some people it doesn’t leave a mark but for me it’s being making me feel like my wings are clipped or I’m a balloon tied to a lamppost, I guess that is the point but I don’t want to be bunched up so I’m floating up, like the RNLI says float to live.
