My current book group book, "Afterwards" by Rosamund Lupton is unbearably sad. I'm regretting starting it - I want to finish it now as I would like to find out what happens. But it is insisting I connect with the character's fears and losses when I already had plenty to be feeling and exploring without a novel's help. I guess it's all my unresolved stuff that can only be improved by looking at it - everything is an opportunity :)
Several weeks ago when sorting out the arty crafty cupboard, I collected some items that may be of interest for the girls next door. Inexplicably I've not taken it round to them yet, so it's waiting by the front door for that next step to be taken. Amongst the items is a tub of a few thousand tiny beads, Last night was not the first time it got kicked over.
As always, I wonder if there is any connection between these things - I do feel that I'm not a particularly bounded person, I frequently let my inner kaleidescope of stuff spill out - in safe spaces at appropriate times :) I think that in doing that I'm then able to keep in with folk when things get tricky as I'm able to look at what's going on for me rather than blame them. Partly this is great for me as it means I get to keep ace people in my life rather than lose them. But it's bigger than just me, I'd suggest it's not just personal it's political. I think we can often get divided off one from another when we just don't have to be, and the looking at my stuff is also an affront to racism, homophobia, classism etc. And of course I've not always succeeded in staying close to folk, I don't want you thinking I've got it all sussed when I haven't!!
Much love to you today in your endeavours to live the meaningful life you wish to lead, in whatever shapes and forms that takes :)
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