Missus Bounty Basket

  Maybe it was the coffee... This urge to write once more, typing my thoughts. I had two biscotti. Carlo came home from the barber's. The wind, greens, woodpecker. My potted pink ranunculus has 5 flowers now. Still in my bathrobe. Need to continue with my sowing. 7 lines last April and did not post it. I am now on a quest to publish every saved post here, however short it may be. The most important thing is to put this out into the universe. The idea is to let go of everything here and not be kept hidden. To be braver and not to expect anything in return, but rather share my thoughts. This is a baby step toward being more outspoken. Not keeping everything inside my heart and head.  On to the next one.

 37° C. This was a few days ago, and today it seems to be 2° or maybe 3° lower. I am already thinking of ways to keep our home cooler for next year. Though I grew up in a tropical country, our summer wasn't like this.  I grew up near a mini forest; I was oblivious to the heat. There were trees everywhere, where we could climb and eat fruits, the summer breeze gently caressing our young faces.  And the river, where we bathed and did our laundry, when the water was still abundant and belonged to everyone who wanted to enjoy nature at its finest. It felt like nothing would cause change, but here we are. Feeling and experiencing Mother Nature's fury.                                                         Presently, my family and I live near a river in an area where trees surround us.  And with this summer heat, the early morning bre...

 What am I doing? Well, this is a desperate move to do a blog post a day late because I wasn't able to follow my schedule last week. Yeah, I can definitely cite a lot of reasons why, but it will not change the fact that I did not stick to my writing time. Now, this is just a tiny step to be consistent and follow my agenda even though my body and brain are trying to do something else. But it's Monday, a new day, and I want to be kind to myself and not be stressed. So I write whatever comes into my head, while Spotify is on. I recently discovered the song I Feel Good , a positive song written by Ingrid . I am getting tired and want to sleep (heatwave here in Europe), but I want to write something this afternoon. There's just no specific subject that I can write about. So, I am typing with my eyes closed and hoping that something will fly by and give me that inspiration to type something worthwhile and something which comes from my being. I have been using the word being for ...

 A week ago, I decided to do a 3-month reset to rearrange my life, focus on being healthy and productive, and express myself through any creative channel. I then put this in writing or rather, I created an agenda and typed everything I should accomplish in a day. There it was, my weekly schedule. In this way, I was hoping to find my path.  Yet while preparing this post. There are suddenly many questions popping up in my head. Am I really not on my chosen path? Because, maybe, just maybe, amidst my own troubled mind and the noise that society is filling my being with, maybe I am where I should be without fully realizing it. Always thinking that it is greener on the other side. But which other side am I looking at? Blurred and nonexistent future, fear of the unknown?  Right at this moment, it feels like I am unwrapping a gift that is always there, the one I was not fully aware of, because of waiting for something else. If the path that I am yearning to discover is in front ...

The possibilities are endless. This is what I have been telling myself these past few days. Trying to make my mind and body synchronized, which is a good way if one wants to reset their life. Am I making any sense? Maybe not to you, but I fully understand myself now because it is tiring to want to change and not move an iota of muscle to make those changes. Am I procrastinating, or am I just scared to fail? Fear has been part of my life as long as I can remember, but I was able to get on with my existence. It is now on a steady course, the one I have imagined minus the aching knees and the arthritis. Not to forget the unemployment stage I am in. I thought of using it in between jobs. But got tired of shrouding my situation and used the exact word. Yes, I am unemployed, and it's getting tough to find a job. But I create... because? I am a creative being. Huh! I need to use my hands and my mind. To be able to say that, despite and in spite of; I exist, and yes, I have so many hobbies...

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