it's been nearly a month and i'm not quite ready to write, but i missed it, so i write, without caring to particularly identify, clarify, solve, resolve, conclude, define...
... but just write and see where it takes us all this post of mine, today wednesday 23 february at 2:36am, in my bed in london.
where was i?
archiving
collecting
remembering
tidying up
closing to open
the photographs
the words
the memories
the happenings
for the new chapters
where am i?
in a busy flux
in a new emotional challenge
in a completed, yet again, complete piece of work (on line soon), clearing further any left over debris
in a harsher elimination process
in a non tolerance of injustice
in frustration for the state of humanity
in hope and faith for a good future
in more art, fun, love, more refined style and quality
in firmer friendships
in health (must check teeth and eyes, though as a yearly body MOT)
what is my agenda?
in physical terms, yes, things ought to be done by me pronto and well
in metaphysical terms, things are less defined and clear, yet they remain clean...
in a story that i almost experienced, not long ago, but so irrelevant and far away now, i began to understand the dynamics of love...
in a story that i am currently experiencing, i shall practise these dynamics and that is wonderfully scary, terribly unfamiliar and generally, very good for me, as it pushes me further to get to know myself via the love of another and love the other!
i'm inspired again, yet quite uncertain, somewhat confused and definitely thrilled... by practising more compassion, but no compromise and let up for complacency and laziness, by eliminating resentment, but remaining alert and awake and delightfully ruthless, by giving and sharing the myriads of interests (from culture to baking) and by realising the immense potential.
a small crisis
to be resolved properly and on time with honesty and an objective view (as much as possible)
good quality plans
communication
fun
image
attire
slowly, but surely, the pace is great and changing all the time
the blood is very there, very red and very pumping
the heart is very clean and very pounding
the stomach full of ribbons and butterflies (so uncomfortably enjoyable)
alive again?
still?
most likely!
that is my agenda...
photo above by sophie allen
