little nest and history #diary

Sometimes I feel disheartened by humanity, when I look at social media and see the wrong person getting credit, for what can only be described as the work of evil, just for a false validation, based on shallow laughter. I can quickly become dismayed and full of anger. But then, when I reflect on my own world, I become humble and full of love. The truth always gets there in the end. We have to believe that – otherwise life would become tainted beyond all comprehension. All I can say to those I love is, ‘keep going.’ and that ‘Less is More.’ History becomes vivid with facts not ego.

I shall miss this little space. It’s full of gorgeous things. But I am sure the next will be charming. I hope the weather allows me safe travel. TBH©

left handed anxiety at 3am

Isn’t handwriting fascinating … I don’t know what’s more captivating. Words or the way they’re written? I’m a left paw and I never write the same way. I can write with my eyes shut too. (I’m a left-handed dyslexic with a very big imagination.) Right now … I’ve got dreadful insomnia. Cannot stop worrying. Then when I am tired and able to sleep it will inevitably be time to get up! The joy of trying to write a book in isolation. It’s getting to me … And now I will meditate to see if anyone else is conscious. Or maybe I will craft some geometrical piece of art. Either way, I am in the wide awake club … Oh Fuck! TBH©