After a three week break from our school term I am now beginning to feel normal. I had a virus which lurked over me for two of the weeks but it did me good as it forced me to slow down a little. My mind is now budding with the promise of flowers. I have ideas, as if I am a painter who is sketching images to revisit, and layer watercolours or oils upon, later.
I know I am about to enter a wind tunnel as the routine life begins again and so I know this creative mind will, at some point soon, be shoved to one side, trampled upon and left in a heap. But each time I get to this point I give it a nod and am thankful that it is still there. For anyone like me who is trying and trying, it doesn't matter if you eat the wrong food, drink the wrong drink, allow anger to bubble over or eclipse exercise with a remote control. The important part is making the return.
Just keep returning to the direction you need to go in. One day we'll find we don't leave it.
The room above the garage
A Moodscope member.