Breathing out.....
Hi Lovelies,
I am so glad to be here. On this page and at my desk. Sun streams in the window, tea cools, incense burns and I am surrounded by images and things that I love to look at in my work space. My latest fave is a set of painted clapping sticks that I bought at the National Gallery when we were in Canberra last week. What a fantastic gallery with an incredible collection. It seems so important to have these places where we can freely go (yes, it's free) and see art from Australia and all around the world. Ancient, modern, beautiful, ugly, weird. The kids said a lot of "I could have done that" for example when we were looking at a large and completely white canvas or even "Blue Poles". "But you didn't," is the reply. We spent ages looking at much of the Ned Kelly series by Sidney Nolan and also in the Indigenous galleries. If you haven't been or it's been a while, go, go, go.
Also I have caught up on admin stuff, restocked the cupboards and the fridge, got the kids off to school, taught three meditation and Buddhist classes yesterday, completed my practice today and cleared the decks in order to be here now. So I breathe out...............aaaahhhh.......and arrive into a writing space, a creative space which is a connecting space hence the quick blog post, the quick check in with the world. At least from my position and my mind. Or is it check out as I prepare to delve back into the world of my story, "Said", a fictional place called Coronet Bay where I close my eyes and quiet this world in order to hear, see, feel, taste that one. A world where I am more an observer than a participant which probably sounds strange since it is all arising in my own mind. According to Buddhist teachings this is the same as our everyday life, arising solely from the mind, but that's another blog post altogether.
I have post it notes around the room with "I could be love" written on them. Also "I could be LOVE." And "I could BE love." And "I could be love." It is from a dream that I had some months ago which has moved into my story so that the main character, a forty-ish woman called Ruby Larsen who has left her husband and kids in Sydney and is trying to figure herself out back in the town of her childhood, has these notes stuck up around her house. She heard the message while standing near her mother's grave feeling like she was going crazy, about to completely drop over the edge, she dropped, then it came. I could be love.
That's all.
Love K.x
I am so glad to be here. On this page and at my desk. Sun streams in the window, tea cools, incense burns and I am surrounded by images and things that I love to look at in my work space. My latest fave is a set of painted clapping sticks that I bought at the National Gallery when we were in Canberra last week. What a fantastic gallery with an incredible collection. It seems so important to have these places where we can freely go (yes, it's free) and see art from Australia and all around the world. Ancient, modern, beautiful, ugly, weird. The kids said a lot of "I could have done that" for example when we were looking at a large and completely white canvas or even "Blue Poles". "But you didn't," is the reply. We spent ages looking at much of the Ned Kelly series by Sidney Nolan and also in the Indigenous galleries. If you haven't been or it's been a while, go, go, go.
Also I have caught up on admin stuff, restocked the cupboards and the fridge, got the kids off to school, taught three meditation and Buddhist classes yesterday, completed my practice today and cleared the decks in order to be here now. So I breathe out...............aaaahhhh.......and arrive into a writing space, a creative space which is a connecting space hence the quick blog post, the quick check in with the world. At least from my position and my mind. Or is it check out as I prepare to delve back into the world of my story, "Said", a fictional place called Coronet Bay where I close my eyes and quiet this world in order to hear, see, feel, taste that one. A world where I am more an observer than a participant which probably sounds strange since it is all arising in my own mind. According to Buddhist teachings this is the same as our everyday life, arising solely from the mind, but that's another blog post altogether.
I have post it notes around the room with "I could be love" written on them. Also "I could be LOVE." And "I could BE love." And "I could be love." It is from a dream that I had some months ago which has moved into my story so that the main character, a forty-ish woman called Ruby Larsen who has left her husband and kids in Sydney and is trying to figure herself out back in the town of her childhood, has these notes stuck up around her house. She heard the message while standing near her mother's grave feeling like she was going crazy, about to completely drop over the edge, she dropped, then it came. I could be love.
That's all.
Love K.x
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