feeling pluff

Have you ever had one of those days when you wake up and just feel a bit pluff? You can’t quite put your finger on it, maybe it was the dream you had, chaotic, busy, feeling a bit left behind, excluded. But you wake up to some lovely thoughtful messages from a friend, including a photo of your old house, Mortimer Terrace, that you love, that she’s parked up outside. But you still feel a bit pluff.

and you wonder, wonder what it’s all about

You get on with your day, doing the bits you need to do and yet nothing shifts, and then you receive another thoughtful message from another gorgeous friend who was reminded of you when she saw an artwork on insta “saw this and thought of you, the kind of questions you ask, the way you live your life. I am proud to know yah!”

gosh, all this love coming at me

but still nothing shifts

grey clouds hanging in the sky are filling my head

And I’m trying to quieten my mind, just observe my surroundings, maybe just surrender to the pluff, ‘just ride the wave’ as I told my friend. Maybe that’s the point, there’s no need to analyse, just let it be. Okay?

I thought about how it’s one of the days when I just feel like hunkering down under the duvet and watching a film, and maybe that’s what I need to do. My art is my life and not a day goes by when I’m not thinking about it; thinking about that submission, thinking a lot about how to create a dynamic market stall, turning ideas over in my head, thinking about what I want to sell, the idea of picking up a project that I put to one side creeps back in, so much thinking.

I looked at all the tents in the field where I was walking, people on holiday, wow, how does that feel, to be on holiday? Just down tools and leave work to one side and have a break from it.

liberating

freeing

but I am my work, so how does that work? 

Still feeling pluff, lets just go with the pluffness, there’s no light without shadow is there? 

And then I get back home to find a delectable pink rose on my doorstep! Wow, more love in abundance coming my way, thank you! I contact the friend who I think left it. Yes, it was her.

I’m feeling the duvet love of friendships and how it’s all coming at me this morning and tears suddenly gulp up my throat. 

thank you

thank you my friends

you just came through at the most perfect time