Eh

I just some days wonder. And I wish I had the inspiration for it all. I need a refuel. I want an explosion of ideas and beautiful flow. 

Today, is not that day. 

Confused reflection

Living life in a confused swirl. Unsure what is what. Was in a lolly-pop world of twiddledee days and routine nights. Then the arrow found its mark and opened old worlds and wounds. 

Remember where you stand. Remember how to survive. Remember to run and hide and hate and scorn. 

How to meld old life and the sugar coated place I landed. Who I am is in question. My eternal goals stay the same. My reflection confuses me, I wonder what took so long and what to do with him. 

Same thoughts. Same interests. Same foundations. Same understandings. Same wishes and wants. 

... Mirrors. 

'I trust the Universe'

...'me too'

This morning

Good morning. Good morning. Good morning. 

Autumn is settling in, days are getting cooler. I have my studio space and fit it I am grateful. I am rehashing life with my other half, my long lost love. I am putting all of the life lessons to good use in this. Restraint, discernment, weights of worth, consequences. I was never in the know in how we would reconnect but I held on, and now that home life has settled into routine and comfort, I suppose I'm stable enough to handle this. Comes at a good time I suppose. Things happen how they do for good reasons. 

My

Workshop is nice. Loud, but nice. I enjoy my own space, I've needed it for so very long. I feel as though I can finally truly create. I am grateful to Tony for handing home life while I do what I do. Gives him time to do his thing, too. Maggie is alright, she hangs in there and finds good in a situation she doesn't like. I'm glad for  that. 

I now welcome all inspiration for this new work space and opportunity to succeed in creation and abundant cash income via my creations. 

Thank you. Xx

Being human.

I wish I could explain how I feel today. It's a mix of annoyance and melancholy. I could sleep all day rite now. I don't want to be disturbed, I have work to do here in the shopspace. I've been organizing and organizing. I made one batch of candles he other day. I never get started till late. That's never good. But I start at least. 

Life is kicking me in the gutt lately. Old regurgitations are making my head swirl and my feet confused. Who am I? 

Where is my wood stove? 

Damn gypsy soul is eating me alive. 

It'll be okay. It'll all be okay.

Just. Keep. Swimming.