so it appears the long holidays are drawing to a close.....

I can't say I have done anything too exciting with them. No great adventure to the great unknown or unscaled mountain peaks climbed or anything.
But I have sat here with my crumblies (as my folks are affectionately known), done some gardening, made copious amounts of jam and otherwise got a little bored. Not in a bad way I don't think. In a way that is very hard to do in the middle of London. There are always things to do so having nothing to do is perhaps a good way to rest.

So next week is London, a new house, old job and perhaps a new hobby or two......beyond that I can't really tell. My heart is beginning to yearn for adventure again..... but perhaps this year it is adventure of a different sort. Discovering the unknown inside as opposed to out there, somewhere. The time for that will come too.......

A book making me v excited at the mo... the life of Gertude Bell (great name)... a Victoiran woman who defied tradition and went off into the desert looking for and finding an adventure her gender could only dream off..... (she then went on to help establish modern Iraq and was the source of many of todays problems.... but no ones perfect hey!!)

still, the idea of riding solo into the desert..... oh it still entrances me, just as it did her 100 years ago.

Holey buckets

Its funny how small things build up to something more enormous, like a cm a day of earth movements at plate boundaries can lead to giant earthquakes (or more minor ones in manchester! which is still amazing considering....anyway, back to the point)

So quantum leap by quantum leap.... its not like its anything major; short shorts that i said i would never wear, hair a different way, more writing and creative ideas springing off the walls. But its what these things represent that is important....

I realise as i step back from destructive things around me and draw a line, good must be the result.

Its like Liberty is being etched into my heart.... not marked in a bloody or sore way but a creative one, like the word is showing off or something.
Like a break in the surface of the earth can only create new land
or a new course for a river
or, like a red bucket being punctured with a nail, to give it holes all over. Now a useless bucket. We had lots of buckets already. But one where water flows out and catches the light - its beautiful

Useless and totally beautiful.
Thats liberty in me.
and its only just begun to put holes in my bucket.