When life clouds my mind, and thoughts are not words but a blur of feelings and senses, I find it really difficult to write. For most of this year, I’ve had this cotton wool clogging up my brain. Every now and then, something eloquent will emerge, but inevitably (and soon) expression will be lost again to the haze.
Why is it that the drive to write comes most when I feel at my least?
You know those holidays where it feels like you have an endless expanse of time spread in front of you, and you have no idea how you’ll ever find enough activities to fill it? And then the next thing you know, poof! They’re gone. And you’ve found yourself the night before work returns, panicking because ‘Surely, it’s not been enough time!’, ‘Surely, there are things I still have to do before I’m ready!’. But there has been enough time. Five whole weeks of it.
So this weekend I took the next step in my plant obsession – I made a gorgeous terrarium. An ultra cute little garden that makes a beautiful natural ornament for my house. I feel fresher already!