➵ Richard Wiseman – Be lucky, it’s an easy skill to learn

“[R]esearch has shown that anxiety disrupts people’s ability to notice the unexpected”

“My research revealed that lucky people generate good fortune via four basic principles. They are skilled at creating and noticing chance opportunities, make lucky decisions by listening to their intuition, create self-fulfilling prophesies via positive expectations, and adopt a resilient attitude that transforms bad luck into good.”

➵ Terry Teachout – Confessions Of An Aesthete

“Not long ago I was introduced to an audience as an “intellectual.” This was a well-meaning choice of word, and a flattering one, but it was slightly off. An intellectual is a person who is mainly interested in ideas. I am an aesthete—a person who is mainly interested in beauty.”

“… if you love the world, you will find in art a way of magnifying (in the religious sense of the word) its beauties.”

“[M]aking reality over into art, while it necessarily entails a measure of simplification, also demands that the artist simultaneously acknowledge the proliferating complexity of human nature and experience.”

Happy Monday • Always on Tuesdays Edition

Speaking to the local community college about their Beginner Watercolours class, and when I was put on hold, they were playing (a completely terrible version of) my favourite Mozart piece, Rondo Alla Turca. A sign? In which case, is the difficulty of processing the payment (which necessitated the hold) a counter-sign? Anyway, I start the class on Friday. Exciting.


Having spiritually demanding conversations makes me feel rejuvenated. It reminds me that it’s okay to have questions without answers, and that wanting greater light and knowledge is righteous (and that desire will ultimately be fulfilled).


I often have referred to myself as an introvert lately, but this feeling that I get, when I know that I am loved – that other people feel their life is blessed because of me – I need to feel that. It makes me happy. When I don’t feel that, a gaping hole opens deep inside me, and sucks all the happiness far away to where I can’t touch it.


I might have a date tomorrow night. I’m not sure how to tell. If you’ve got tips, I’ve got ears for you.

 

Happy Monday • Back to School Edition

Back to school time is sort of great (miss First Grade really missed spending all day with peers) but the days start so much earlier than summer days.

My new phone will be announced tomorrow! Let’s hope it’s pretty, and within my budget.

Speaking of iPhones: how have I literally never noticed that the clock icon is an actual functioning analogue clock face, right down to the seconds hand?

And, on the subject of time, blackberry season is almost gone. After all the waiting and sour too-early berries, to now see them shrivelling is sad. We scour the bushes for the last few juicy ones, the slow or late bloomers, already missing the blackberries until next year.

Happy Monday • Edition of the Holes

The four-year-old asked where Heavenly Mother lives. It makes me sad that this is such an obvious question, but that we don’t really know.


I have a hole in the right bum cheek area of my pyjama pants. How does that even happen?


I was so worried I wouldn’t remember how to make friends, that everybody would have their own established groups, that it was just pure chance I ended up not being a social outcast in London. Of course, everyone has been so welcoming, and I’m already developing little crushes and finding kindred spirits.


Listening to music on the way to and from activities, I realised it’s been a long, long time since I’ve listened to music very much – and even longer since I went looking for new music. Sad songs don’t make my heart hurt like they used to, and I’m simultaneously relieved and disappointed. I guess I’m not over being over it. When I stop being surprised that I’m over it, I guess it’ll be okay. Maybe it’s because it’s my birthday in a few weeks, and I’m waiting to see what happens.


I think I never got around to posting the photos from the road trip. It took so long to upload them all to Facebook, I didn’t even attempt Wordpress.

 

 

 

Meltdown

My favourite dress is beyond repair.

One of the bust seams has come apart, and because I’ve put on weight over the last couple of months with all this stress, I feel guilty. Even though I could do the zip up, I shouldn’t have worn it. And then there’s the whole complicated relationship with my body. It took me a really long time to stop worrying about how my body looked. And when I did, I lost weight. I felt healthy. I felt thin.

I need to put a stop to these feelings before the stress and guilt lead to a downward spiral.

My daily writing practice really helped – I have no experience with meditation, but I can hold a pen to paper, no worries. If there’s one thing I can do, it’s express myself with no filters. So, I do. I write, and write. I usually set a timer (5 minutes at first, then 10, then 20. I’d like to work up to an hour). Sometimes I pick a word limit (three pages, or 750 words). And then I get comfortable, pick up my pen, arrange my journal, and disappear. My thoughts come straight through my pen, and I am a conduit, not really a person. In the most hippy-dippy way possible, I become one with the universe, and attuned to all of creation.

And then I feel better. In losing myself, I become more connected with myself.

Happy Monday • Neurosis Edition

I read a couple of weeks ago about the difference between “less” and “fewer”, and am now incapable of stopping this mental correction thing I have going on. It’s at least as bad as apostrophes.


Three sleeping children; my job here is done. Time to enjoy what the Internet has to offer ;)


I am completely willing to accept that I am (at least at times) irrational. (It’s called “being a human”).


I heard an owl last night! I’m so grateful for where I live, in this beautiful city, and right by a wetland park.


We might have a house soon! I love house shopping, seeing these homes at once empty and full of life. I love the potential they brim with, imagining where to put the piano, and who will sleep where. I love to imagine the stories they hold, what the families were like who lived there. What kind of people would paint this room this colour? And why is this part of the carpet the most worn out? Where did they eat breakfast, and how many hours a day was it empty? Just questions of the tiny differences in the patterns of our lives, but they enchant me.


Meltdowns this week: 1 so far. (More on that later).

About me

I’m 26 years old. I’ve successfully made it through my quarter-life crisis, but I still have plenty of transitions and beginnings ahead of me. I’m not even at “settling in”, let alone “wrapping up”.

One day, I’ll be a teacher, but that day feels a long way off. For now, I teach Sunday School and care for small children as a live-in nanny.

I’ve explored some of London, and Europe in general – and now I get to explore the good ol’ US of A – with camera in hand, and filters at the ready.

I think a lot about society and structures and how certain influences affect us – for good and for ill. It’s part of why I want to be a teacher – I want to influence society for the better, and I want to open children’s eyes to the way the world is, so that they can be more thoughtful and considerate both of the ways they let it affect them and the way they can affect the world around them. I firmly believe children are people, and that their interests and preferences should be honoured. The best way I can be an example of that is through working directly with children.

The world is not “lovely, or of good report, or praiseworthy”, but many things within it are and I want to seek after those things as well as work towards eradicating things that are not. I care about people’s lives. I care about peace and equality and understanding each other.

I am fascinating, and I like to be open but I have pretty high walls until I trust someone. This blog is a way for me to share with slightly less risk to my sense of self. I hope to connect with people who share, if not my exact passions, my desire to make the world a better place by appreciating our differences and celebrating our commonalities. People who create things that are beautiful or thoughtful, people who can express themselves in ways I admire. People who are heartened or inspired by what I have to share, and who want to share part of themselves with the world as well.

Welcome :) Won’t you tell me a little about yourself?