means, contrarily, that a lot has been happening. Nothing stirringly thrilling, sad to say, and, even worse, there’s been a lot of backtracking and dumping of art that just did not work anymore. Odd really, because some pieces seem to grow in resonance, even the tiny ones. Just not all, hence the ‘worse’ moment, though all felt better once I had made the decision. Continue reading
That’s how long it’s been since I started spending vast amounts on trying to get to the bottom of various skin-related health issues. Actually, that’s incorrect. Whatever appeared *on* my skin was a result of what has been happening *inside*. Not that you’d know it from those earlier trips to the GP and subsequently to the dermatologist.
The mega expenditure was on umpteen pills, potions and lotions. Sorting my receipts ( in early prep for filing my tax return – I like to keep ahead of things to avoid excess pressure!) has reminded me of the very long slog to get to this rather better position. And also how many of the pills, potions and lotions hit the bin, due to making things worse. Skin-wise, that is, but the waste certainly didn’t help my financial position either! Continue reading
since my Diamond Year started two weeks ago. Huge surges of energy, fortunately focused on catching up with delayed tasks – like transferring the Little Books to Kindle – plus some (energy) on yet more life tidying up. And that latter has inevitably lead to pondering what the hell my life is all about. Again.
When I had the near-death experience all those years ago, there was an unspoken sense that I had a bigger purpose worth staying alive for. It resulted in a great flow of creativity which I presumed then, and still hang on to now, was my soul goal. Somewhere along the line, the need to earn a living has tarnished the soul part of it. Getting older certainly hasn’t clarified things or made choices easier, especially as I have no pension worth mentioning, and the world remains in terrible financial distress. Continue reading
