Time, it flies past sometimes

The March Hare took the watch and looked at it gloomily: then he dipped it into his cup of tea, and looked at it again…

My where did the time go? its been over a month since I posted.  Yes had lots on, but time is what we make of it.  Never enough time or always enough time, this is the question !

TIme, who invented it, its such an imposition, like an invisible whip that keeps beating us hard !

Here are a few quotes on time…………………..

Time and tide wait for no Man

The common man is not concerned about the passage of time, the man of talent is driven by it.

Tough times never last, but tough people do

The secret of life is enjoying the passage of time

All that really belongs to us is time; even he who has nothing else has that

Being rich is having money; being wealthy is having time.

The best thing about the future is that it comes one day at a time.

Dream State

yesterday I bought myself an amazing hand made book all about the night life of trees.  Each page hand screen printed with the most exquisitely detailed drawings in blue, white, turqoise, green all on black paper.

today in my doodlings my unconcious mind was trying to connect with those trees I am sure, all about the seeds we plant, how they incubate in the darkness and one can see in sketch that they are taking shape, little buds still slumbering in their dream state.  Dreaming of who they are to become.

Think I would love to make a beautiful book like the one I bought, not sure how to go about it.  Guess will have to learn some book making skills !

So Angry, can the angels hear?

Yesterday the anger was brewing, I am moving offices next week, so much is getting stirred up, remember back in 1995 when I moved in to my new offices, although full of excitement it was a sad time for many, many reasons.  This all came back up and by the time the evening had set in, had a bath and ready to watch film and relax the anger  and feelings of vengefulness just overflowed. I lost my sense of being able to discriminate between what the anger was basically about and what was everyday niggles, everything seemed to need some kind of vengeful action, the adrenaline was flowing and i was ready for action.

This morning I awoke after restless night and tried to just write the angry feeling out if me, then I drew from my heart, something about angels hearing?  , did it help , yes ! and then went out and treated myself to a new mediation cushion !

Incubation

That creative flow is flowing !!
I have been sketching in my little book, a lttle black book which I like the texture of the pages, but the colour of the pages I dislike intensely, there a buttery yellow and they just dont appeal to me at all.  Yesterday I doodled away and today came to an end…….  Its a kind of incubation process…………  the seeds are sown, you can see the bean like pods swelling on the vines, above each is a kind of canopy that imparts the life fore, the breath of life into each one……..

A pencil sketch