For many days the sun hasn’t shown up, it’s grey in the mornings when I leave for work and dark when I come back. The days are getting longer, but the grey is sticking around here. I bought yellow flowers in the weekend, they are so pretty and make my kitchen warm and colourful.
I haven’t joining Nurturing Thursday for so long. I miss it, and I think it’s time to start to post more, to have and to give more inspiration.
In the morning she opens the window The mountain greats her: Good morning my darling! At midday, the mountain says: How are you my darling? In the evening the mountain whispers to her: Come to me my darling, I’m waiting for you
Trying a new form of poetry for Colleen’s Tanka Tuesday poetry challenge. The form is Gogyoka, below is Colleen’s description for it. Hope I’ve gotten it right!
The Gogyoka in English syllabic poetry form is the only form that does not require a syllable count per the five lines. Please be mindful that each line should be the duration of a single breath or a phrase. Choose your words carefully…
Nothing better than leaving the office a little bit early without saying/explaining anything to anyone, just grabbing my bag and my coat and coming back home.
A stolen moment. It’s precious because it isn’t an ordinary moment, it’s something that I was craving for, I listening to my soul and said I deserve it, I need it, so I gave up everything else to be with myself. To be at home, warm, alone, with a cup of tea and a book.
The photo above is from the weekend when we were snowed in. Now I’m writing this blog post and wishing lots of stolen moments to you and of course to myself as well.
We had our first snow storm of the year on Friday night. It was so pretty and soft when I woke up Saturday morning. It wasn’t easy to go to the grocery store, but instead of being upset for all the trouble I noticed few things to be grateful for.
my water proof and super warm bootshubby and his big red shovel opening the path for methe evergreens from my neighbour front yard covered in snow perfect for few shots.the crunching sound when I walked on the snow, it’s so relax for methe beauty of my street
It is still snowing right now, I can see from my desk the snow flakes dancing outside. Hope the roads will be ok tomorrow morning to go to work.
Art journal, visual journal, collage journal… there are so many names for it. I don’t know which one I prefer to use, but I do enjoy to express my feelings adding images to the pages of my notebooks.
This weekend I joined a art party on Instagram, few hours creating together with other ladies from around the world. Three prompts in 2 hours.
Polka dots
The first prompt was Polka dots. This is my new journal, you can see the cover on the first photo (bottom right). I was using it for the first time, it’s not easy to start a new journal, the first page is always a challenge. I wanted it to be messy and full of possibilities to give me freedom to work on the other pages without boundaries.
Travelling
Second prompt was about travelling. Places we want to visit. This is a difficult one, I want to go to many places from deserts to mountains. Of course, beaches are always on the list.
A quote
The third and last prompt was a quote by Oscar Wilde “Memory … is the diary that we all carry about with us.” We always want to carry good memories, things that have made us happy and loved. Tiny moments along the road.
I’ll be co-hosting next month art party, please let me know if you would like to join it.
