Change Of Season

The sun is shining through my window, there’s a storm outside and I can see the trees swing from side to side. Still holding on to their already turning leaves, but it won’t last much longer I’m afraid… The day will come where shades of red, yellow and brown will colour the ground. The season is changing, I’m lucky to catch this ray of sunshine on what would usually be a typical English grey day. It’s probably one of the last attempts so I’m a sponge absorbing the nurturing ingredients of sunlight making me dreamy while I prepare myself for a day of creativity.

Yesterday and the day before I decided to stay away from my computer for a while because I felt the urge to be quiet and think. I’m good at reorganising my thoughts while I’m cleaning up at the same time. Throwing out all the things that ‘you think you need‘ gives me the freedom of detaching so I can let go and therefore it creates the much needed space in my head to deal with things that might be bothering me. A declutter session is like spending an hour with a shrink, and after, you feel relieved and determined to deal with what needs to be dealt with.

So because of those sessions, today, I enjoy the sunshine warming up and lighten the now empty corners of my mind while I focus on things that need to be done. Stuff that I might have postponed for another day or worse; try not to deal with them at all. I have a perfectly clean slate, a nice crisp page in my Moleskine sketchbook, a leadholder impatiently waiting to jot down thoughts accompanied by sketches and the in-between-thoughts doodles that will cause laughter days later when I go through my sketchbook in search of another unspoilt page.

I will use the wonderful skills that I was given, the creative knowledge that I’ve studied for and gathered over many years of experience to create business cards for a garden designer and a website for my friend. She is a [wedding] photographer and asked me a few days ago if I was interested in this project. I designed her logo, stationery, business cards and compliment slip using her beautiful pictures. She needs an online portfolio to show her clients, I’ll use the same design as I used for her stationery: stylish, classy and most of all professional looking.

It’s a website that will be so much fun to design, I’ll do this in the ‘quiet moments’ as a treat to myself when I’m allowed a break from the gloves website which is just one of those things that needs to be done… Getting paid for sitting in the sun and being creative… ain’t it fun? *kidding*

[Note: an hour later it pisses down with rain *LOL* but I’m happy I could enjoy enough sunshine to brighten my morning. And two hours later the sun is there again smiling at me for the rest of the day!]

My notes, thoughts, doodles and/or sketches…

My notes, thoughts, doodles and/or sketches…

My notes, thoughts, doodles and/or sketches…

I Forgive You

‘Reject your sense of injury, and the injury itself disappears.’

~Marcus Aurelius

If you have been wronged, you can choose:

• to be humble and forgive

or

• to be bitter and vengeful

I refuse to become bitter, I’ve seen what it does to people from a very close perspective -a maternal one- ever since I was a child so I learned my lesson at a young age. I had to literally take distance to be able to forgive after all those years and learn to love and communicate again with her. It’s not easy but we’re getting there slowly but surely…

These days when I see others breaking promises, betray my confidence, tell me lies, my first natural reaction is to be angry at the person. I made a decision some time ago to allow myself to be angry for a few and then to forgive so I’d be able to move on and not let it fester… But at times things get cloudy, thanks my friend for reminding me to be me and just ‘be’!

So today I turn to you and say:

Whatever has been done, although I don’t understand your reason(s), I don’t wish to carry the negativity that came with it as a result and I won’t dwell while I could use this energy in a much better way. You don’t know any better, it wasn’t personal, you were just playing your part responding to the signals I was giving out and for that I forgive you… and myself.

No commenting on this post, instead I’d ask you to use those minutes to contemplate…