f o c u s

In an attempt to bring focus to my fuzziness, over the last week I've been:

• eating quite healthily and enjoying a tip someone gave me to eat something warm at each meal (boiled eggs, or corn on the cob for lunch has been good). 
• trying to have good sleeping routines (not done so well on this as I keep going to bed too late). 
• remembering more often to replace some cups of normal tea with herbal ones (always forget how nice that is).
• actively deciding to finish work for the day rather than forcing myself on until a job is finished (it never is). 
• most surprisingly, doing ten minutes of meditation every day. We have started on the headspace app, and I think its (subtlely) really helping. I've managed work stresses a lot more calmly this week, and haven't had so many butterflies in my stomach in general. 

Still a few things to work on and let go of, but making small steps in the right direction.

p e o n i e s

These lovely papery petals were on our front room table all last week. I always think that I like them best when they are tight globe-shaped buds, but then when they're all messy and open they're like crinkled tissue paper, or crumpled fabric, and they make me think of dusty rooms, milky lighting and the middle bit of seasons.

q u i e t

This is a slightly strange, middling time of year that I associate with things being not that easy. I always think that it will be good to be quiet and not have much on in August, but then feel a bit directionless, tired, foggy. Just a bit out of sorts and not on top of things. I feel like that today.

Here are some photos of a beautiful small church we visited, deeply hidden away near the edge of the Cleddau estuary. The red of the door is so vibrant. Then everything inside is so quiet.

c o r n

I'm sitting here this morning, listening to crazy Devendra Banhart and thinking, 'isn't he just Marc Bolan?'. In any case, 'Something to Behold', with its little curled up crooning of 'goooolden corn' brings back these grassy landscapes from around the Pembrokeshire headlands. So peaceful, with only soft whispers of the breeze and thundering sea in the background.

Dad and I had some very illuminating walks as he kindly showed me how on earth my camera works (thank you, Dad). But I'm a real dunce about this -- normally my brain works okay and can retain quite a lot of information (even if it's probably absurd and pointless) but when it comes to ISOs and shutter speed, Fs, white balance etc. my brain is a sieve and I can't retain anything for more than about 30 minutes. I still have lots to learn. And remember.

Some of these were taken from the window of a moving car. I like the fuzzyness of those ones.

'I could take my little teeth out and show them a real good time'... yes DB.