Autumn is really here. I can feel my brain doing the Autumn Thing, which is far less absurd and manic and fun than the Spring Thing but possibly, if I can stay out of the doldrums, far more useful.
I feel as if I'm stripping down thought patterns - prompted no doubt by the rewriting of rules by the wonderful Megg at creatingwings.com, the general feel of 'Okay let's bring in the harvest and see what we've got for all our hard work' and also the feeling that we are finally home, here in this little house. And then there's a whole new year on the horizon to plan for. I want to be off to a good start.
I've also made full use of the amazing resources available from Fabeku Fatunmise. I know I'm sounding like an evangelist for his work but it's remarkable. I'm very sensitive to sound anyway, but this works on some other level. I swear I can feel the old, dead, useless and obsolete stuff I carry around with me being vibrated out into the ether and dispersed. I know...sounds crazy...but it's true. And it continues into my dreams. A venue that was central to a very unhappy phase of my life, that crops up in dreams again and again, appeared in last night's dream. Only it had burned to the ground. Gone. Never to be rebuilt. Download the freebie and the CD, put it on a loop on your iPod/Walkman, stick in your earphones and drift off.
I read Rachelle's post that felt as if she'd been reading my mind. I can't stop thinking about the issues she raises. Such as story-telling. My story. All I need to do for me is tell my story, forget the rest. We should all be able to tell our story regardless of who is reading or listening. We should help each other in our story-telling.
I read this beautiful post from my friend, Sas who writes her story 'properly good' (xx to you, my lovely).
"Real and true", she says. Real and true. There's so much loveliness out in the 'nets that it's easy to overdose and wind up feeling a little bit queasy and befuddled but wanting more after ten minutes or you fall into the glooms. And, continuing the chocolate analogy, there's some really good stuff out there. High quality. Makes you feel wonderful. Soothes you in times of confusion. The rest...meh. Not so healthy. And I consume the stuff like a starving animal. Insane.
I've been thinking about my real and true. And how I think I've been a bit out of focus with my real and true.
And I know why. Thanks to Fabeku the sludge has worked its way to the top and now I have to deal with it. Make it positive. So that will be my next post. You may want to skip it when it pops up in your reader - it's not exactly world-changing - but I need to write it. Maybe later.
Happy Thursday.
