Embrace Joy
“please, pick me up! it’s too cold here“
my black-eyed Susans are lovely. it’s a cold saturday morning but my flowers are still pretty, many roses blooming. i couldn’t resist and have a walk between them, breathing the crisp fresh air of an autumn morning.
have a great weekend!
adding a little bit of colour to lift my mood. autumn colours! aren’t they gorgeous?
pomegranates are back! such luscious fruit. i love to add the seeds to my cereal in the morning making it healthier and pretty!
noticing how vulnerable i’m right now. a look, a word, a piece of clothing can make me sad and unfocus. i want to cry and to hide, i want that the night arrives fast so i can sleep and forget the day. i’m sure this is part of the recovering process. i’ve never imagined that recovery could have many phases, seems there is no end. i hope a better phase starts soon.
hugs,
E.
nature is busy knitting laces, this means the winter is fast approaching!
some mornings words don’t need to be written, only to be read.
have a great tuesday!
still dark out there. my kitchen is warm and i’m enjoying a mix of scents this morning: coffee brewing, a vanilla candle, and roses from my garden. hoping to keep this peaceful moment with me during the day.
have a peaceful monday yourself!
writing and writing, trying to lay down words on the pages of my journal to understand what is going on in my mind. somedays this process is easy, others not so much. i feel disconnected from my true-self, there are so many things going on, not only in my small world but in the big world, things that directly or indirectly affect us all.
this time of the year is wonderful, but it’s a little scary too. the winter is coming, months and months of grey skies and snow, lots of time indoors. if we are not careful the winter blues can take over.
i want to focus on what matters right now. i don’t want to fit and please others, i want to be true to myself, to be strong and let go of what/who doesn’t bring me joy, so i’m ready for the long winter.
happy sunday to you!
E.
