So, you wouldn't believe some of the stuff I've been up to recently. Just haven't been able to share it. Will do soon as I can but suffice to say television programmes are involved… One arts -based and the other one more intellectual. Both excellent fun.
In other news, school holidays are upon us once more. This is I think the eighth year I have blogged on the subject and I'm not going to say much except that this year is a little bit more exciting. Why? Well, two reasons as follows: Elder has now left primary school and is going to start at secondary school in September… Can't quite believe it. And secondly, we are about to go all around europe together (me and the boys) into railing. Yes, I'm taking Elder and little one inter railing. Wish me luck i'm going to need it!
And me? Well I had a illuminating conversation yesterday with my very good friend, the child whisperer. She said that the reason why she wasn't very good at looking after things or putting herself first was because she never thought she was worth it. And it made me realise, I always jeopardise what I do and sabotage it for exactly the same reasons. I never think I can do things even though I know theoretically I should be able to. And actually, I've proved to myself with my recent gallery opening and studio complex that I can do it. So, at the risk of sounding like a L'Oreal advert, I am going to try and remind myself that I can do things and that I have value. Big decision for me. Huge.
ive been absent for a while, not in spirit but in keyboard dexterity. I e been so busy that all my energy has been used up by the end of the day so I can’t even tap a quick post out. But, I have done SO SO SO much….just listen…
- opened my art space for emerging (for which read skint) artists;
- held 3 shows;
- Rented out 90% of the studio space;
- designed and completed my son’s school yearbook (it’s at the printer now….I can’t wait to see it)
- prepared for and appeared on an art based TV competion; and
- prepared for and just filmed an appearance on a general knowledge quiz show that is very famous and very cool….and I did not embarrass myself with a low sad score. I got a good score and can confirm I did not come last.
- Got recognition for my artwork from unrelated third parties i.e. Not family
- got an A for my university work this semester…yay!
and the boys and I are busy prepping for a trip around Europe on interrail. We go in about 2 weeks. That’s an adventure!
So, please know that my abscence has been due to activity rather than torpor – I may be whacked but I’m not beaten. Ever.
Porridge tastes better in the dawn
As water drips off my wetsuit
a chorus of chatter, of laughs and faint screams
and make mine a chocolate and don’t hold the cream.
the sun slowly lighting us up as it lifts
and time is so precious
So relish the gift
and soon we’ll return to real life – The rat race
But this is my bubble
A bright shiny place.
So, as I said last time, I’ve started a new arts space here in stitchopolis. It’s my new baby and I’m loving it. I’ve come to realize That the genesis of this venture is a massive step for me. For Once instead of saying ‘one day I will do that’ I’ve just got up and done it. It had made me so much more Confident in other areas of My Life and has left me way more appreciative of my friends and network.
Yesterday I went to a street party being held round the corner from the unit. I knew so many people, all for different reasons- it was lovely. And me and my business were right there in the middle of it. Great.
I also met someone who was struggling with life and just needed to offload and breathe again. I am still stressing on a daily basis but omg life is so much better than this time last year even.
So I guess this post is to mark my recognition that I’ve come a LONG way in the lifetime of this blog (7years!!) and that means j can continue to go even further….cool, an adventure!!
I have a confession to make, I have another love in my life. I have been working on another venture and this weekend it took flight. I am now the founder of an arts space here in Stitchopolis. Can you believe it?? Check it out here.
Hope you like!
I was once told that there are two
Types of folk in this world
The ones who leave you safe and warm
And those who leave you cold.
Not cold as in, you just don’t care
No, I mean chilled and hurt
All life leached out because they drain
Your joy by their salt words.
I see my friend affected thus
Pecked by a ravens beak
Picked up upon with gimlet eye
And gossips thrill to speak.
I find it hard to see this as
I felt the same attack
But if I may quote that Mr Poe
“nevermore” is now my track…
So no to social bullying
to those who strike a spark
and no to those who fan the flame
And burn to leave a mark.
For life is truely much too short
To be upset or cranky
Ignore Those revellers in discord.
it’s them not you who’s manky .
A couple of thoughts on what we value in this life…dont worry i am not going to go all cod-philosophy on you. No, its just that I have had a few days where things have shifted and changed including health, wealth and future plans. Just minor, inconsequential stuff like that.
It has made me wonder at whether I value the right things in my life? We all navel gaze periodically i suppose. I had a big think recently and here’s my new list…what’s yours?
- having a purpose or challenge to guide me
- the responsibility of bringing up my boys well
- the importance of making the best of having Parkinsons
- the finite resource of time – it is so precious
- the priceless element of energy, physical and mental – to be preserved and used carefully and strategically
- my close friends and family
Today I folded paper and
My son dictated the design.
He chose my folds, the way I turned
The paper, here then there.
I find the folding soothes the soul
I love to concentrate
To focus is to forget – i find
It helps me lose the thread.
I like to let my mind unwind
And fold until it’s done.
Yet, if I hadn’t joined this club
I wouldn’t even know.
Just think, without this illness
I would not have had time to fold
I wouldn’t take my Boys to school
I’d be late home
An absent mum
And so to conclude I say
My brain while raddled understands
That illness brings both good and bad
And we can choose to some extent
The kind of life we had.