Packing.

Back home and starting to get ready for the long overdue holiday.

Only I am stuck. Stuck. I don't know why. I can't seem to move. Stuck. I have shopped. I have prepared. I have everything,
except I can't think of where to start. Overwhelmed? Not interested? It is like writers block, only worse.

Shit shit shit shit!

Windy

We had an amazing wind storm last night. And while I feel for those who lost power and were late for work,
I love the awesome power of nature and how it reminds us who is really boss.

The wind cancelled ferry sailings, fell some large trees, caused power outages and had my heart racing until the early hours. The rain came down in giant marbles, as I lay under my 3rd floor sky light and watched it drop out of the sky cleaning up everything in it's wake.

Storms blow in and make the air smell crisp, wet, and clean. All the awful pollution is sent packing, and I can once
again smell the ocean and the cedar trees as soon as I open the front door.

Saturday Special

Yum, It's Saturday. Saturday feels like a "do over" day to me. It is the one day that belongs to you and only you. The one day where you can sleep in as late as you feel like, drink most delicious french press coffee and take your time getting ready for anything. The dog gets a nice walk to the local bakery, croissants get purchased, hello's get said to neighbourhood friends, and you are not worried about watching the clock at all.

The best Saturdays are when you wake up in a hotel room in a distant city, full of possibilities and far away friends that are near, if only for a day or two.

Saturday feels like a long, soft, wet kiss.

Sleepy yawns

movies and Thai food in bed

duvets and forign newspapers

espresso

bakery fresh croissants

book store

gin, tonic and limes

sidewalk with bits of leaves and seeds 

lawn mowers

cement slabs wet  and slick with fresh rain and
olives slippery and tart

french cheese

newspaper wrapped flowers

scooter rides in far away cities with friends old and new

more espresso.

hair pulled back, sunglasses on

You. You looking dashing. You with all of your confidence. You know who you are.

2 years later....

Two years!! It has been two years since I last blogged. Wow.

I just re-read my last entry - wow. Yes, I was wooed away from my former employer to my past employer and 2 years later I find myself yet again out of that relationship.

It was amazing while it lasted - like a whirl-wind romance full of hope, promise and free university eduction courses, pension and benefits up the wazoo. It was great. It is over.
I am still coming to terms with the fact that it is over, but this time it was me who ended the relationship. I walked away.

Brave, stupid or both? Who knows, but the beast churns ahead and I had to jump off that train.

I am just finding my footing and learning to appreciate slowing down and having a tea in the middle of the day and nothing to do but walk the dog.

I have taken out my canvasses, oils, acrylics and have started a painting. I have also started painting the walls of the townhouse bright colours - tired of the dull greys and modern browns that are so ho-hum. I am longing for the shocking orange of koi - bright pinks, unappologetic . I am slowly welcoming colour back into my life. It is awesome!

I am also writing again. and i am quite pleased with how much I have done and am learning not to pressure myself so much. I am also hoping that this can continue for a while longer before I have to call up my head hunter and put back on a suit.

This is going to be good while it lasts.