And once again, the weekend has whizzed by with nary a by your leave. A blur of conversations, thinking, work, reading, laughter, cuddles…and now we’re back to Sunday evening and I’m getting ready to pack my bags ready for Monday morning.
Another busy week beckons, and then off to Edinburgh for the hen weekend of the beautiful Laura – all sorts of fun which I was just about to mention, but then remembered she might see this blog, so chose to stay mum! Should be fun though, and I am looking forward to heading north of the border for a spell.
As I write this I am listening to music on my Windows Media Player, instead of my iTunes, and I’m finding all this music I haven’t listened to in ages…Patrick Watson, Charlotte Hatherley, Kate Rusby…and also a tonne of Christmas music which keeps on popping up randomly. Always odd to hear this far from the season. But I’m never one to complain at a rendition of ‘Santa Claus, Go Straight To The Ghetto’. Soon enough it will be time to plan this year’s celebrations. I do love Christmas.
But right now, it’s May, and my head is flooded with indie rock through my headphones, and alive with thoughts, with hopes, with fears. It’s been a fairly laidback weekend, and the chance to think and daydream has been replenishing, to say the least. Like a long and languid yawn-stretch after a long night’s sleep, it has recharged me and helped me set a few things straight in my mind. I am infinitely blessed to inhabit a present which I love, but sometimes the opportunity to reflect on the past and contemplate the future is simply delicious.
More on that anon. For now, veggie pizza, juice and a book crave my attention. Have a beautiful week, lovely folk.
PS My latest raok365 post is here.