After all of this, I felt claustrophobic and depressed when we came back to our apartment and it's cluttered balcony. The only nature we have here is a very determined infestation of moths and three pot plants in various states of senescence. I am sure the mint is not recoverable so really we only have two plants.
I feel like I am surrounded by stuff. Stuff without a place to be stored. Stuff with limited purpose.
I am more determined than ever to convert the store into a place for environmentally connected products. Things that are beautiful and useful. Things that last. More determined too, to get rid of some of the build up in my house of abandoned craft efforts and small toys and clothing I don't fit and CDs of who knows what (why so many? and where did they all come from??) and the plaque caused by having too many hobbies.
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This year I have been taking time every day to write down at least one thing that I am grateful for. It has made for a very happy year so far, though I recognise that it is still stressful and not without aggravation - I see every day something that I can hold onto and love and today I am grateful in hindsight for learning how to use a cameras manual settings (Thanks again, Analiese) and even though I am a complete noob, I am grateful for these moments - captured and filed - and attached to memories that are full of the sounds, and the smells, and the stories that go with these visual moments.
And this face. I love this face... (these faces I suppose I should say)
Love this post! I was just thinking the other night that I need to start a happy book again., or a gratitude journal or write those things in my regular journal. Thanks for the reminder--it helps to know someone else is doing it and that it's worth it. :)
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