We forgot the camera and ended up buying a disposable version--photos will have to wait until the film gets developed. Waiting for photos--how weird is that?
I have more to write about, but for the life of me I can't figure out why it would be of interest to anyone but myself. Hmmm...sometimes my life feels really interesting. Even just a couple hours ago while roaming the aisles of a bookstore I was writing a blog post and thinking that my thoughts were exceptionally worthy of being recorded. But now?
I've come to the conclusion that it is important that I get back into the habit of writing. I mean really writing. What I mean by that, I'm not even sure. All I know is that I need a practice--one that will help me find balance--and writing used to be that for me. I like words and rhythm and what happens when you put them together.
The past several days have left me feeling incredibly inspired. Now that I've had some time to rest and refresh my senses I also feel exceedingly purposeful. I have a massive amount of painting to accomplish within the next 25 days. And yet, somehow, I know it will get done--even if by sheer acts of magic.
In the meantime, here's to experiencing love and a newfound sense of peace. Here's to being filled with inspiration and intention. Here's to all the things that make life worth living. Here's to sleeping well and waking rested.
Here's to living from a place of great happiness.