A few years ago I set out on a journey, roaming, to become a slacktide lost and found at Sea. This Journal documents the unravellings of some of the eye opening moments throughout my travels and life. It's likely to change often, but then so do we.
Thursday, 5 January 2012
soil and earth, changing states.
Morning! Some mornings seem to find me in a much more alert state than others, this was a sluggish morning. Starring at a flower for a few minutes seem to have adverse affects on my level of consciousness. Exercises, slow and struggling with a sweet tooth for distraction. Leaving the house at 10 minutes past 8, I decided to stop at Vintage for a quick macciato to release me from my blanket wrapped stupor. Sophie and Elise were there serving people with a freshness and a smile which I apparently could only buy at the cost of $3.00. The macchiato was perfect, and I downed it while reading a section of an ancient book; titled Grimness and optimism. Rising to thank them I smiled. Caffine, a short time blessing, a long time curse. Feeling like the world (or at least the day) was my oyster I jumped into my car and sailed off to Northfarm. Working in the soil, with green growing rooted beings; has an adaptation for soothing the soul. For the next 7 hours I uprooted, planted and protected these beings, none of which said a word, judged or belittled me for being who I am. The sky opened and closed like the eyelids of the apparent "watch" dog; each time my skin feeling the effects of the weather's whims.
Afternoon! I left the farm for grass which could only be greener on the other side...Everything is what you make of it.
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