A revolting rasberry incident occurred amidst my pristine pearly bed sheets recently and I thought I’d document it for the creeps. 😈
Nothing more satisfying than a good squelch of a fistful of thick bloody berries to distract away from the scratchy throat death of spit and splutter in this fateful London winter.
Raspberries are soaked with antioxidants an Vit C so if you is feeling sickly, shove some berries down yr gullet and say no more.
This lil illness has given me some time to muse upon some truth fuelled tingalingz an meditate like a muthafukka.
One being that it is easy to push too hard, I’ve been up all hours creating and contemplating and allowing the current situation too much control over my wellbeing. And now it feels like I’ve swallowed a rusty chainsaw as a result.
So bloody easy to fall cascading into the chaos, hustle and bustle work/life/routine without time for a little lemsip reflection.
Never let society determine the direction of yr moral compass by staring unblinkingly into the unforgiving violet eye of the social media screen for decades at a time. See beyond the artificial divisions. Look inwardly past illusions of identity to the indivisible truth.. Stick to yr guns when it comes down to doing you.
Get in tune with yr own intuitive wisdom. Free yrself up. Finding food for the heart, patience for all that remains unresolved and new ways to trust. Focus awareness and intensify realisation.
What brings you peace away from the blitzy bleeps of technology while yr alone?
Find the quietness that allows you to think introspectively of yr passions and intentions. What do you believe in? Not sure when I decided to become such a bristled old sage, too much cough syrup?
Respecting the doubts I’ve experienced myself and breezing through with centered ease after a blissful meditative trance into the world of obscure knowledge. Dun a lil reset and still feeling a little croaky chokey but more fabulous now.
Love fiercely, because all this ends. Speak it into existence.
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