Creative Meanderings

Who knew that it would be nearly two months before I would find myself free and focused enough to post again once I got my visa? 🤔

I started working full-time on the 1st of November, which fills my days without much time to think about other things. This is both good and bothersome to someone who has been free with time for 18 months. The routine and structure of a work schedule is part of the good – along with knowing that a regular income is coming in! 🤑 So, I cannot complain as I still have time for other aspects of life, just not so much for my own writing….

Still, life is falling into place and returning to a sense of ‘relief’. After the stress of the past 18 months or perhaps more, I had nearly forgotten what it was like to feel “free” in my mind, body and soul. It is starting to sink in that the past phase is finished. I enjoyed it while it lasted. Like everything in my life, I have no regrets. Experiences contribute to our way of thinking and our growth. However, it does not mean that I cannot be glad that phase is over now. 😜

Despite the absence of presence, there are still lingering effects. We must close up financial aspects and still ship our belongings. However, the good news is that we can see a means to achieve this. So, fretting shall be postponed for now.

At the moment, we are six days away from my first trip home for Christmas 🎄 in nine years!!!! I cannot wait! It’s going to be so great to see my family and to have a proper vacation with my hubby. He has not been able to process, digest and release since we left. So, it’ll be a much needed reprieve.

So, now that life is falling into a more balanced state, I shall be making more effort to get myself writing again. 🤞🏽👍🏽

Besides, it’s the time of year for reflections again and to take a look back at how the year went despite the twists and turns.😳🤗

More to come,

~T 😀

The pounding of the raindrops on the metal objects around us wake me these mornings. Grey skies glow through the rice paper windows as I burrow deeper into the warmth of the covers trying to ignore the steadily dropping temperatures marking the onset of the autumn season.

Having spent nearly nine years where it never gets colder than 16 degrees Celsius or 60 degrees Fahrenheit, I am not quite prepared for the more frigid air.

Still, the change of pace on many levels is welcomed.

It keeps me aware of where we were just three months ago and how different life is in just a short time. While I lament the aging process of gaining more ‘senior moments’ or going through physical adjustments that must come, I appreciate the human capacity to adapt in body, mind and soul. Although none of it comes without some sacrifice, it is nice to have the ability to put memories into the background.

My brain is still zipping and zapping from the lack of chemicals. My mood has definitely returned to some up and down with more sensitivity and reaction to others around me. However, I have also found a renewed appreciation for the effect of music on my state of mind.

Yesterday, the tune for “When the Rain Falls Down in Africa” stuck in my head and connected with the current weather here.

This kind of weather also brings nostalgia which stimulates my creative juices…so as the rain falls down….

~T 😀

There’s a lovely breeze blowing with a light crisp autumn chill that refreshes rather than cools the mind. I sit with a warm cup of coffee made fresh this morning by the routine of a family that is not mine and yet indeed is. The sounds of the day begin to move faster as the world around awakens ready to trudge through the greyness that no one finds joyful.

Yet between the shades lies a light where the crackling bits of flame ignite creativity and the neuron synapses fire away attempting to grasp one idea long enough to pull it into some sort of existence. The war between the light and dark wages fiercely between distraction and focus. It is never clear who will win or what the score is, but it is a battle as long as life itself.

Today marks the first day of cutting back on the meds that keep me in a blissful fog of neutrality. The spastic “Monica” in me is looking forward to having more control over my organizational functionalities again so that my false sense of calm returns to a known reality. The chilled out “kitten” in me is wary of what the lack of help may bring out, but in the end a yawn and stretching of the claws always leads back to a nap to reset the days.

So, in two weeks time I will again reflect upon the stimuli around me and ponder the responses of my brain as various meditative techniques work themselves into a new routine as a proactive self-help mechanism to replace the chemical alterations provided.

Who knows, perhaps the lifting of the fog will be like the wintry weather where the sun shines amidst the cold.

~T 😀