Don't you just love that quote? It's from my recently acquired deck of cards "Postcards From the Spirit World" by Colette Baron-Reid. I love to pull one of these cards right before I turn off the light at bedtime. Very positive and uplifting, they can be a lovely boost, a reminder that there is so much more to life than the daily grind, than the physical world even. They are gentle, but also spark-igniting when necessary, and always loving. This quote leapt out at me as being especially pertinent right now.
I don't think I can add any photos to this post--doing it in down time at work so it's not on my computer where my photos are but I'll be happy just to get a last minute post in for September.
The month has been incredibly beautiful, more so than usual it seems. But it has zoomed past (very literally with many of writing events being on zoom and weekly chats with Bethe on messenger video.) I feel panicky about time these days. Important things like a long past due letter to my dear friend Carol in England seem to get pushed aside or left until the spare minutes of a day where I can truly relax but those moments don't seem to happen. I don't give myself enough sleep time yet I don't seem to get much done. All I really want to do is art and pull tarot cards! Lol. I'm on day 77 of my #100daysofsybcreating which is really quite amazing. I've also started my long-awaited for online course: Tarot for your Inner Child with Susannah Conway. So interesting. Not as fluffy and light as I figured. Surprisingly some darker and teary emotions have come up for me despite having a wonderful childhood. I'm remembering the fears of being little and sensitive and scared of the big wardrobe in my room and crying every time a balloon burst or deflated. This is good. Feeling all the feels is always good even if the feels are dark and scary.
The garage is on its knees. Oh, on the radio "Forever Young" by Rod Stewart has just come on. One of my all time favourite songs. The words are so beautiful. Wise, too. I sent a copy of the words to Dane in a letter the year he didn't keep in touch with me when he was 17. It was all I wished for him at a time when I didn't know when I would see him again. He says now he totally regrets that time. But it was when he lived with Derek and Derek had just found Tracy who he eventually married so he spent lots of time with her and Dane had or went to parties every weekend. I would have definitely cramped his style. That year away from me was definitely meant to be but was very hard for me. I'm glad we're so close now.
Back to the garage. Lol. It's on its knees. Almost done, just has an apex sticking up about 6 feet from the ground. We're quite open and exposed to the neighbours but we can deal with that in the spring and I think it'll be ok for the winter. I'm loving the extra space and its possibilities. But it was sad in a way for it to go, to see it pulled down. I thanked the tree that was growing out of the roof for holding the roof together for a few years! Having it almost gone and down is quite freeing though. I feel lots lighter.
We also got rid of the mattress and boxspring from the spare room and put the bureau up there. It looks great and has Mam's urn and Nanna and Grandfather Boag's photos on it. Each time I look at it I feel a surge of love and feel hugged.
Sad news about some friends who have discovered they have cancer has been weighing heavy on me. Lots of different emotions have been swirling around. And at work we are entering a period of stricter covid controls which is always a little scary and keeps us on edge a bit.
Tomorrow I'm looking forward to our virtual poetry meeting, the first one since February. Having poems flood my email has been lovely.
Almost midnight and I want to get this published to reach my goal of a blog a month at least.
Remember, wear the world loosely. We can only do so much each day and we need periods of breathing space and nothingness or following our hearts completely. Please be kind to yourself and I'll be kind to myself too. Take care. Much love.
Welcome! I'm Sue Blott: a writer of all things, a poet at heart, mom, wife, daughter, step-mom, grandma, tea drinker, tai chi-er, mystic, artist, dreamer...and now a blogger! This is my world.