I made a music. Royalty free and free to use. Ideal if you are making something a little creepy this week… or any week in fact. Just click the image above.
I’m wondering how to get the best out of my journals… as always. My weekly review is throwing up some interesting thoughts.
1 Stay under the duvet (or sheets) unless it is 70º+
2 Don’t talk to anyone until you’ve had your second cup of coffee or tea
3 Don’t do anything unless it benefits you, others or the universe in all its awesomeness
4 Invest in good (warm) socks
5 Write lists, lists are good
6 Have another cup of coffee, tea or water
7 Tell someone you care… but only if you do
8 Buy second hand, repurpose if you can and try the rescue shelter before the pet shop
9 Own your feelings, they are your possessions, and as such you can keep them, share them or throw them away
10 Be thankful: for who you are (whatever flaws you have), for what you have (despite what you still need or want), for the potential of each new day (whatever challenges it may bring), and for reaching the end of this (mainly) helpful list
I am overweight. Let me rephrase that. I used to be overweight, but have been looking after myself these past couple of years. I have lost over four inches around my waist and I am almost wearing the same size jeans as when I was twenty. Not bad going me thinks. But I am still overweight.
I am talking about my suitcase. I am at the airport, Portland to be precise and I am overweight. It is the fault of all my journals and books. I have to transfer even more to my exceedingly heavy carry on. It won’t all fit. I end up carrying some additional bits and pieces. I am pushing the ‘one small extra item’ to the limit. I go through security and forget I am carrying my novel. I leave it on the conveyor belt. Fortunately I remember before someone walks off with it.
Over a coffee I try to organise things a little better. Now it is the time for my bullet journal to be in my hands. I wait for my flight. I go to the restroom. I wait back at the gate. I realise my bullet journal isn’t with me. I head back to the restroom but this time I am not so fortunate. The journal is gone. Soon I am gone too. I am travelling overnight back to the UK.
Fast forward to today and I am doing my weekly review / preview. I am starting again, in many ways. I have a blank journal in which to experiment. A clean slate is always good. Sometimes it is exactly what we need to get ourselves back on track. Time for me to dirty my slate… how about you?
Since the Autumn Equinox, Mabon, the nights have been longer than the days. It is easy to feel lonely as dark evenings extend. No hands to hold or arms to cuddle.
Harvest has passed, some aspects continue, but if we stick to natural seasons, there will be no new harvests till next year. We won’t begin to sow and plant and seek fertile pastures till the spring, when the days become longer.
Winter is coming. We will enter a time of survival. We close the doors and windows. Our homes need heat. They need insulation. We need warmth. We will be on rations, on preserves.
But that’s not true anymore. We heat greenhouses to provide year round harvests. Since our lights are so powerful the lengths of the nights are insignificant. Our survival no longer relies on those tending the land but tending our pensions.
We are disconnected to natural rhythms. We are disconnected to each other. This could be why I feel lonely. Long nights give me more time to think. To think about my own harvest. Will I survive until I can sow and reap my own rewards?
May you be blessed and may your needs be met while the days are short.