Thrive

Surreal thoughts

Thrive like this nettle despite the bulshit happening around you.

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Bleeding Imagination

Surreal thoughts

I find therapeutic to release the images from my imagination in order to stay sane. It helps me to relax, it also inspires me to remain creative.

Mindfulness

Surreal thoughts

My mind is rebelling today, I feel like l a baloon which is carried by an evil ant with a wide grin on her face. My body hurts, my mind feels tender, if I could I would snuggle up in my bed.

I’ve chosen to be mindful.

I’m going to tackle chores and tasks one by one today. I compare it to weaving a mersmerising rug with the most thin and delicate threads. You don’t want to loose any of them so you shift your focus slowly from one thread to another until the masterpieve is completed.

Where is Friday?

Surreal thoughts

Here I am again….

I am stuck at work.

I keep thinking about Friday because I’m convinced that the mighty Creator of the Universe has lost it or at least misplaced it. I’m talking gibberish but why oh why the weekend doesn’t last three days instead of two. Two days are nothing – you can’t even go to explore the surrounding territory because you are overloaded with chores.

Oh my sweet life and its straining routine there is still some mesmerising beauty in you which won’t vanish in distant time.

Routine is good, it keeps us organised and sane to some extent – ha ha ha ☺

What Is It?

Surreal thoughts

I like my cosy house,

the bowl of food is always full, I have always fresh water in my personal silver bowl but I still prefer to drink the water from the pot where Anna & Ian keep the Christmas tree monstrosity. Hmmmm Tinsel and pompons…. back to the point… I have thought about it and I think I have an addiction- I’m a Treechoholic… I have made a peace with it because I’m still a lovely fella.

I love running in the garden but yesterday MY GARDEN was covered in nasty and wet fluff. I must admit I enjoyed admiring the colour but the texture and temperature was not suitable for me. I chose to stay upstairs and look through the window at the strange magical flakes which covered the ground and made it look like a soft duvet.