Apologies for the silence. I was at a wedding over the weekend and other than that I have been exhausted and uninspired.
Right now I am lacking in and missing creativity. In the kitchen, in my notebook, even at work.
Work is currently crazy, and with the added aftermath of a whole week off I am finding myself drowning in tasks.
At the moment I am reading a fantastic book - 'On Beauty' by Zadie Smith. I'm wrapped up in its quirky style, the characters and the fantastic themes that dip and re-surface so subtly.
At the moment I am both fearing and hurrying along some massive changes. Changes that will literally rock us right out of our familiar lifestyles and land us somewhere totally new, and totally different.
Recently I have been making massive plans for the coming few years. Thoughts that sprung into my head unexpectedly during a delightful morning walk are looking more and more solid every day, and the plan I thought I had is no longer the plan. This is good news.
Lately I have been crying a lot. I'm not a cryer, I usually just love a really good, hard cry every now and then. But lately the tears flow inappropriately and whenever I let my mind wander even slightly in one direction. I think this signifies a shift between stages of grief, and so I'm letting the tears fall.