Scribble it Down

☆ Impromptu movie date with Wendy!  I don’t know what I thought of the movie – Paterson.  But I like how it completely refused to stick to any of the usual cultural stereotypes and sort of toyed with the audience in that sense, in an eye opening way. I love movies and theater and the arts- the way they all take me to another place for awhile. They allow me to explore someone else’s world even if for a short time. And I always come out of any of those shows looking at my world a little differently- more open and grateful.

In this case, it had me craving cupcakes, thinking that I should pick up a guitar again and excited about colours other than black and white (You’d have to have seen the movie to understand).  Also, the main character ‘randomly’ gets a new blank notebook from ‘a stranger’ to nudge him to start writing new poems again. I took it as a sign to dedicate some more time to writing today.  “Aha!” said the old man playfully, or knowingly, as he walked away.   Reminds me to be open to ‘random Aha’ moments in my own real life.

☆ The deep and meaningful conversations I had recently with a couple of really supportive friends. Michelle, Renee, and Wendy- you guys are my therapists! 🙂  I love you so much for being there for me. Your belief in me, and allowing me the space to express and be heard means so much to me and makes such a big difference.

☆ The guy walking through the alley playing his harmonica in the middle of the day. I was so drawn to the music, wondering where it was coming from. And I look out my balcony and there he was, just like it was an every day occurrence. No big deal. Thanks for the music, sir.  Put a little skip in my step even while I was in my apartment.

☆ The pigeon walking so carefully, but confidently, along my balcony railing. I loved watching him, his purple tuft of feathers glimmering with an almost metallic sheen to it as his head turned a little catching the rays of the sun.  Pigeons, puppies, and authentic smiles seem to bring me into the present moment a lot recently. I can’t help but to stop, stare and feel, rather than think and worry, when I am in their presence.

☆ The guy looking for empty bottles and cans in the alley the other night.  He moved aside for me, to give me more space to drive through the alley and he smiled. And then I stopped, unlocked the passenger door of my car, which he was closest to. As I was reaching over to open the door, he opened it instead. I trusted him. He trusted me. I gave him the bottle I had in my car. And he thanked me and wished me a good night. The mutual trust and compassion was what touched me the most.

☆ Mom- what are we going to do today? Who should we meet? What are we going to say? Where are we going to go? I refuse to continue this journey without you, so I am counting on you to guide me from here on out. Thank you for being my Angel Mom. ♡

*Please note: the picture at the very top of the page is not my own and is definitely not my own journal. I found it on the internet and thought it was absolutely beautiful and so fitting for this post and for many of my own ways of thinking. Thank you to whoever is the original owner and designer of it. It is inspiring me to think of ways I can create and design my own journal pages as well now. So much for my no more paper goal! 🙂 When the muse calls, you gotta just go with it.