52and40/29 Realignment

IMG_3085

I’ve been waking for weeks feeling badly misaligned.  We had builders in, next door have builders in, two houses adjacent had builders in.  With all the banging, shouting and stress there’s been little chance for creativity; each time I transported to inner space interruptions brought me clattering back.  In parallel, feeling predated a notch too far when I moved around in workout clothes for running and yoga, I switched to just walking.

Muted, twice over, my connections to peace.

‘Sad’, as the predator in chief himself would say.

Fuck that.  Comeback time.

IMG_3586IMG_375452and40-1

 

 

 

 

IMG_3757

Read all about #52and40 here.

Advertisements

52and40/28 Ties That Bind

IMG_3370

Months ago, husband and I scoured our west coast map for unseen places, zoning in on Glenelg.  We went last week, exhilarated by the drive over The Ratagan Pass which had us whooping, awe-filled and delighted about the backseat being uncharacteristically empty so nobody was chucking up.

It was a flying visit, but a great place for orientation with Skye as the Arnisdale shore’s just 600m across the water.  Glenelg’s history’s fascinating – and prescient.  We’ll be back in future to bag the ferry crossing and drive up to Elgol (and whoop more).

IMG_3355IMG_3367IMG_3368IMG_3375IMG_3377IMG_337952and40-1

IMG_3395IMG_3384

What’s that?  You need more #52and40 goodness in your consciousness?  Clickety click here then, you brilliant, curious soul.

52and39/36 Home Again, Home Again, Jiggety Jig

IMG_9505IMG_9488    IMG_9506

Ubuntu means two things, as far as I know.

I first knew it as the name of a free operating system on a PC  my husband built to prove to himself that no matter how hard Apple and Microsoft tried, they couldn’t catch his maverick ass.52and39

Ubuntu’s also something pre-dating computers and globalisation.  It’s something more important. It’s an ancient African word describing a humanist belief: a philosophy that humans are connected by the bond of a shared story and the power in openness to one another, like in a marketplace.

IMG_9511IMG_9508

You can find out more about Stockbridge Market and its traders here.  

52and39/34 Show Me The Monday

FullSizeRender (2)

I’ve been trying out listening to classical music after enjoying the dancing fingers of piano playing guests this summer.  I wondered out loud what it was about classical music that makes it so relaxing.  ‘It’s the lack of beat’, answered my husband, ‘it’s arrhythmic’.

FullSizeRender (4)  IMG_9294  IMG_9346

IMG_9324 (1)

I think there’s a surrender and engagement with classical music when you’re hearing it for the first time; a bit like watching an unreviewed, intriguing performance. 52and39

IMG_9301

Maybe when time’s unmarked by a beat I keep myself uncharacteristically still, so I can mentally lean in a little more.

IMG_9306

FullSizeRender (3)
Stunning colours and compositions at the Matthew Carey Simos exhibition in Hula Juice Bar, West Bow

52and39/33 Shut Up and Let Me Go

IMG_9129

IMG_9149

I’ve come to acknowledge I have an unhealthy relationship with competitiveness.  It lives inside of me, waiting to jump out of my shoulder and be hideous to people or show off and maraud around like an ape on steroids.

IMG_9083

IMG_9101

I’ve become the patient, hippyish parent of this hyper, pulsing alter-ego.  My body is its Steiner School.  It’s treated with love and its bad behaviour is ignored.

IMG_9116

I use distractions to lure it from evil.  I praise it when it is contributing to positive outcomes that make the whole class feel good.

IMG_9158

IMG_9151IMG_9162IMG_9110IMG_9161

52and39   IMG_9143

For clarity and cake hunting sanity, the interior cafe & cake shots are taken at Pentland Plants Ltd.  

52and39/31 Morning Pages

IMG_8949

I love the first hour of full light on a summer morning.

IMG_9004

It seems a secret time when anything is possible; when birds are busy and a handful of people quietly share the world with more space and air between than is normal.

IMG_8979

I wish I could stop the clock and sit holding a mug of coffee at my chin, knees pulled into my chest.  I like staring through a window, waking slowly as the gears of the day slot one into the other, pulling tiny seconds methodically away from night.52and39

IMG_8913

IMG_8940

IMG_8959

IMG_8897 IMG_8909    IMG_8980 IMG_8916

52and39/30 What’s The Story?

I’ve been reading a book and listening to a podcast I wouldn’t normally choose.  Both stories are crime based; one’s real, the other fictitious.

52and39

IMG_8369

FullSizeRender (30)

Both stories are painstakingly, expertly told.

SubstandardFullSizeRender (4)

I’ve been intrigued by the acute effects of this different ‘entertainment’ material; I’ve been more alert and somehow quieter.  My dreams have gone mad with threats, high risk puzzles, gasping pursuits and hiding.

FullSizeRender (4)

Paranoia snuck into a dark corner of my mind like an oily gangster, lent on a lamppost and exhaled cigar smoke among my neurons.

Different input, different output.

FullSizeRender