Blue Sky Action

Recently I have become increasingly aware of the lack of enthusiasm showed by others for well, everything in general. What is the cause of this dulling of the senses to all but the mundane, or worse? Such a terrible waste of one's heart and all that they have to offer.

"Joy should be a state of normality" - Reese Krause

This lightness and brightness is my default disposition. It's such a beautiful place to be, relishing in my own peace. I endeavour to always take the time and effort to ensure this remains the case. It's one of the reasons I so love being me.

The General Electric

"... 'cause creativity's a fucking weird one. You have to: a) set up the fucking space to be able to receive the information; b) create the space in your mind to receive the information; and c) have the fucking will to do it in the first place."

Jon Toogood (Shihad) as quoted by Andrew McMillen in Talking Smack: Honest Conversations About Drugs

M&Ms

Always living with a lack of concurrency, I surprise myself when I care about things that somebody of my nature typically does not. For example, I claim I am not racist, but the laundry basket shows a different side. As far as wash day is concerned, it's all about Apartheid!

Petrichor

Inspired and longing, she reaches into the abyss and still, she finds nothing. For it is just beyond her reach; loaded with a passion and conviction unforeseen, awaiting the perfect moment to return.

Fight Club

It happened to me today, the wind was knocked right out of my sails. I fought back tears of disappointment and fury over something quite petty in the scheme of things but Oh! So unjust!

This is the kind of problem that seems to arise for me when I suspect, but don't expect what the negative outcome may be (possibly a side-effect of inherent positivity?) After crawling under the covers to hide, I realised that it was necessary to use this moment wisely - to question why I was so upset. So offended! Is it an issue of true authenticity that resounds with what I am about? Or is my pride a little bruised and ego maybe bashed? These markers can help me check my direction, this can only be a good thing.

Rhythm of My Life

Eat it up! There is something so restrainedly  inner-city about this, of bright lights and a beckoning hubbub - an evocation that always puts a spring in my step. And of course the track opens as a cover of one of my most loved childhood trash tracks before continuing into another nineties' dance classic. Genius.

Single Malt

In recent times I have been quick to discount music lending to chill out (providing it is not electronica). I acknowledge that an artist/song/genre might be fantastic, but who has time to just sit in the parlour and listen? Now that my current schedule allows many a delightful moment to savour, I am enjoying the relaxed vibe all over again. So much.