I have arrived in my other house, my other home, a home from home. For the next nine months and then, that is it. Or is it.
This year will go a fast, a friend put into a kind context, explaining the speed of the terms, ah how soon I'll be free to explore other things. It is not to say that I cant whilst in my final year, but it would be wise to focus on the task ahead of me and in play soon.
I have had little jerks of ideas bubbling away inside me all summer, little are related to what I'm doing currently, the most productive outburst physically and artistically has been writing in my notebook.
These ideas are dreams which I have written down, it would seem obvious but in doing so, it makes them seem much more attainable, Julia Cameron talks about this in her book The Sound of Paper aimed at all creatives, its a helpful tool I picked up a couple years ago; going slightly off subject as always (the things I write are quite often thought after thought, with little light bulbs going off everywhere, if it makes no sense to the read I for that apologise, but it does in fact aid me to file things in my mind, and find stuff that's been lost down the back of the filing cabinet or things that just need dusting- do you follow?) Anyway as I was about to say, I have just now remembered something I was suggesting to my friend this morning, in order to help her open up her mind a little more, to see what she has stored away that seems to be getting the better of her positive outlook; I suggested a kind of 'free writing' which Julia Cameron calls 'morning pages' "three pages of longhand, morning writing, about anything and everything..." So it would seem this lady has a lot of good to answer for.
This practice genuinely has a lot to answer for, I recall reading things, that I really don't remember thinking were that important but somehow appeared to transport from my mind onto the paper via the use of my hand without my prior knowledge. Sounds a bit much, maybe, but it does happen, it's like when people say the truth comes out when your drunk- does it, I don't know but that may explain what I'm saying a little. Or not.
Back to the dreams.. I mean ideas.
Things that have seemed unattainable for the past few months, feel within my reach and if I'm honest I want to escape and go explore them now. I know I can get though this year, I just want to feel more excited about my course, the way I was in love with it when I first began, I'm imagining a column in the student newspaper with the headline 'keep the love alive by bringing your tutor flowers, smile at everybody in the class, give your desk a clean to keep the marriage fresh.'
I have plans I do not want to loose down the back of the cabinet, I want them to turn into physical expeditions to new people, places, countries even. I have the aim in mind with my future career that I do something that will help those that need help, encouragement or the chance to explore their potential. I haven't worked out the established route yet, but I'm going to go explore first, (although I live a lucky life here in the UK, despite the obvious downturn, as a student I have the comfort of a blanket until I graduate) I haven't made this very possible for myself, and I am a firm believer that the more you do the more you experience, so this is my plan.
Ruff and ready, just like this post.
Ruff and ready, just like this post.
