are we walking away or towards the light

I just dont know what to think  at this very moment, the world is in so nuch pain and distress and feel so helpless to bring  any kind of relief except run away from it, but where, the world now seems so small.  This Vaughan Williams piece of music is helping me through ( clip below) and the need to escape to somewhere green is ever present

So yesterday I had a splendid afternoon wandering the Cass Sculpture foundation’s 26 acres of forest.  Some pieces did not touch me in anyway, just passed me by without any real dialogue, some spoke to me, lured my thoughts and feelings into unexplored territories, some lifted my spirits to a higher plane and one piece in particular mesmerised me totally.

Looking at all the figures staring at me in the woods made me think.  The faint watery sunshine was glinting though the trees, it looked as if  this gathering of people had marched away from the light, given up on what life used to be, they looked sad and I began to ponder of what life was like looking through they eyes of a child.  Now past my prime and sullied by the toxic life we have slowly inhaled these past decades, that light of innocence seems so far away.  I walked through the gathering of these eerie metallic shadows and felt the alienation they all felt, severed from their roots, walking aimlessly and then I glanced back and in an instant hope returned.   The view had a different energy a real strength and I realised why, we were all walking towards the light, all of us together as a tribe, a community.  Together we can change the world, one step at a time and we must not give up hope.

I realised I do not want to feed or support the corporations anymore, enough is enough, I don’t want to give my power away anymore.  I am streamlining my life.  Why do I have “stuff”   I thought I was already doing this, but it’s not enough, I need to do more……………………………  it’s all go to go

Let our  dream for the world he big

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the morning ritual

watercolourwaking when the sun stirs is a beautiful gift, hearing the birds sing, seeing daylight slowly come to fruition through my curtainless windows.

Slow has to be the way I describe this time, slow and gentle, writing my thoughts, cleansing my head in readiness for the day as well as the body with long glass of warm water and fresh lemon………….  tranquil time before the demands and rigours of my interior design practice try and pull me this way and that.

I couldnt do it any other way

 

an opportunity to write

May 24th saw my month in the greek sunshine.  Four weeks of quiet and solitude amongst the ancient olive groves of Northern Kefalonia.  My aim here was to write my story as explained in my last post and what a setting I had to write all this.  An old farmhouse, lovingly restored, plenty of land , fantastic views and my own chickens

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I write “morning” pages and have done so for nearly a decade, so used to expressing what is going on for me, so I thought writing a book about my life would be easy.

Fist I went headlong in, typing in word on my laptop, the words and memories just flooded page after page.  Exciting or what, as one memory  was written down another came to the for and after writing almost  daily for a couple of hours I had written 35,000 words and still only reached ten years old.  Since my return I am still writing, trying to put my life in its historical setting and the whole process now seems one of “layering”, going back over and adding life’s memories from all vantage points.  I am now nearing 60,000 words an 13 years old, its 1962 and threw myself headlong into the 60’s lifestyle when every social norm was challenged, clothing, music, drugs, sexuality, formalities, schooling and dress. The rigid culture of the past decades could no longer be contained, and the call for greater individual freedom broke free. Youth found a voice and every social constraint was there to be broken from Racism to Sexism. Everything was turned on its head, thrown up in the air, and the repercussions of this are still being felt today

Without setting out any real structure before I began only the need to express all this right now , I am finding it rather unwieldy, trawling all these words, to check continuity, tracking my revisions is not easy and perhaps in hindsight I should have done some research on “how” to write a book first.  My personality is such, that when the passion comes to give birth to a creation I have to make a start right then and there.