These dreamy days. The scent of meadowsweet. Foxgloves swaying in the summer breeze. Everything a tangle of lush green. I am following a whim to return to this special space. This small window on the larger world.
Peace is always only temporary. But that’s where things are at for now. There are daisies, there are blackbirds. There are even bees. Those scarce creatures are thriving here.
We have been closer than usual to tragedies, looking on bewildered. We were there, we say…. we walked those streets. Away from the horrors, we hold faces and names of strangers in our minds. Not our children today. Some one else’s children, living through another brutal world war. Wars that we don’t seem to give number to any more?This one surely is World War 3.
Being off line for a couple of months has gone by in a flash. Yesterday I took a figary and posted a photo on Instagram. I’m back I said. But easy does it……
Distance from social media has been therapeutic. It came back to me that a social media outlet is something to be measured about. Something to value and use well. There are ways to support issues local and global. There are vocal advocates for change, for positive inspiration, reminding us of our connectedness. There is bleak darkness too. Time wasting and chatter about nothing. What they call branding and influencing. It can be so much noise.
Some one said to me that it was good to be “niche.” I laughed because I am certainly niche, and now I’m going to become even nicher!! Yes I’d love to be a NYC street photographer or maybe a Mediterranean cafe crawler. But here I am a 63 year old feminist with a thing for nature and the rural life. Nice niche! Cosy as anything. So deeper and deeper down I will go……
Thank you so much all of you who wrote and told me how much you love the Tuesday email. While it will still drop into your inbox on a Tuesday I have no idea now how often that will be? Probably once a week but I’m not tying myself to that!! Why? Because, I’m learning to unlearn the habit of duty when it comes to creativity. Let’s just say I’m still experimenting.
Back to basics and dreamy summer days. For the briefest of time while it lasts there is bliss in being here amongst the summer foxgloves. Some of us got lucky. Sleeping safely in our beds at night. Counting our simple blessings…….
“I will not be ‘famous’ or ‘great.’
I will go on adventuring, changing, opening my mind and my eyes, refusing to be stamped and stereotyped.
The thing is to free one’s self: to let it find its dimensions, not be impeded.”
~ Virginia Woolf, A Writer’s Diary