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.
My mind holds so many twisted pictures. I adore to release them because it makes me realise how special and unique my mind is. Someone would call it insanity… I call it therapeutic reality 😊
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 ☺
Thoughts are chasing me
I run as fast as I can
I keep myself occupied
I read tons of books
I perform an exorcism on them
Nothing silences my thoughts so I live with them in peace.
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.
Moments like that make me alive. I’m bursting with joy as my inner-self is swirling around in the mesmerising beauty of positive vibrations.
So what ?
Derangement, my dearest friend of all, my 6th sense, my awkwardness, my last breath- you stimulate my creativity and open the gates to the other dimension only available to ‘chosen’.
Round and round we go through the twisted forest. Our minds connected project a movie of various genres.
Strong minded creatures are beings of rich and beautiful souls. Their perception always thrives therefore is extremely heightened. It’s very easy to hurt them because they read in between lines. They are prone to making assumptions and are usually vigilant. Strong minded creatures choose their friends wisely due to thorough analysis which helps them to avoid human parasites.
The little Bib climbed up the flower stalk and saw a big giant eating cheesy, crunchy and frozen cookie socks. He snatched them from the giant and ran down the green plant stalk. The little Bib went back into his house and ground the cookie socks in to colourful dust. He felt extremely tired but he still decided to climb back up the flower stalk. When he reached the top he sprinkled the dust all over the plant. The flowers changed their colours and became brighter and more vivid. Petals were shiny , soft pink and beaming blue. The funny occurrence scared the giant, who had suffered from indigestion, and as a result of that he sadly exploded. His remains turned into compost and fertilised the surrounding forest. The little Bib lived happily ever after with a beautiful plant by his house.