Welcome home to my Broken Promise Land. Where the sun don't shine. And the cold wind whines. Welcome home to my Never Ever Land. Where the skies are grey. There's no star to lead my way. You said you'd never walk away. [Weeping Willows]
Diary Notes. Walks and Promenades. “Your soul knows the geography of your destiny. Your soul alone has the map of your future, therefore you can trust this indirect, oblique side of yourself. If you do, it will take you where you need to go, but more important it will teach you a kindness of rhythm in your journey.” ― John O'Donohue
Diary Notes. A little Universe. I like the thought of them as kind of siblings - the woods, the oceans and the sky. “There’s as many atoms in a single molecule of your DNA as there are stars in the typical galaxy. We are, each of us, a little universe.” ― Neil deGrasse Tyson
Diary Notes. Slow days. There's a gentleness in just doing all your everyday stuff, and catching up with yourself. "These are our precious things. Simple things. A currency of sentiments." - Fennel Hudson
It’s been a busy week with various shoots (watch this space..) and the only thing to do now on my birthday week is spend my meownings in bed snoozing with my little furry friend. It’s like a cosy dark cave in my room. #lowlights#cats_of_instagram
Diary Notes. From this morning. The Couple in the Birch. Jackdaws in love. They sit there at the top of the birch, every single morning when I come to work, and they always makes me smile. “The question is not what you look at, but what you see.” ― Henry David Thoreau
Even though I don't have to set nor will I set an ⏰ alarm tonight, I remember what it felt like at this time on Sunday. It was the one of the worse feelings in the world. So buck up and give them their time from 9 to 5. Then come home and work on your dreams from 5 to 9.