Friday, 24 December 2010

Some photos from Italia for your enjoyment (Milan and Parma)!

I went to Italy in October to visit the lovely Lydia, one of my best friends who I can be completely myself with. We are very good at not seeing each other for ages and then meeting and having ridiculously long, deep and meaningful conversations about everything and anything, this is basically what we did on my visit in many cafes whilst eating and drinking, was the perfect relax. She is in Italy for a year studying singing as part of her uni course, although it rained most of the time it was wonderful to see her again and have the time to have proper chats and catch up with one anothers lives.

                                  Lydia 'Moonface', moon-face is the most loving way because she has a large
                                   face and large features, she calls me 'Goon' in return.

                                           'Autumn Leaves on a bus stop shelter' or if I was being more artisitc.....
                                           'The cascading seasons resplendent on the sky screen'.

                                            Bed fit for a King I'd say.....I got some good nights sleep on that!

         Goon (me)  and    Moon (Lydia)
                                                      All we need now is a pixie (Aimee) to make the....

                                                       I liked the burnt orange colour.

                                                     I am at my happiest when eating.....

                                                     It may look like sick but it tasted good- 'Gnocchi'

                                     'A pondering moon'

                                         'Il Trovatore' the opera, because we are that 'sophisticated',
                                        fre-quent regularly like, every Saturday night... Yes this is where we
                                        would sit if we were rich... the 10 euro seats did us, up in the heavens,
                                        craning your necks round a beam, on the positive you could hear it and the 
                                       many 'Brava, Brava's' bellowed from the crowd.
                                       The Italians are good at showing their appreciation for Art.

                                          The gathering of the rich and well-to-do after said opera.

                                           We mused and meandered in cafes a lot, sipping beverages,
                                           observing and generally putting the world to rights.

                                           The frolick on the way home, yes I enjoy walking at
                                           night there is something very restful about it.

                                          A roof of a church, it was unusual because it had two layers
                                          the carved, stone layer and then further up the painted layer
                                          which you can see from different angles between the holes.

                                           Lydia coming out of the very posh toilets at the opera,
                                            I was reclined on a chaise-lounge waiting for her of course.
                                           The measure of a place is the quality of its toilets.


                                           The pictures on the tree branches are done by children, I also
                                           liked the 2 harassed looking ladies with wind-swept umbrellas.
                                          A bit of colour on an otherwise grey day.

                                                    On the last morning I managed to spill cereal
                                                 Milan train station is a work of Art, here is me
                                                struggling with my case down the many steps.

                                           Opera is all the rage in Parma, look at this group of go-getters
                                           waiting to get their tickets, camped out all night for them.....

                                          We liked this captured moment of 2 old dears clutching to each
                                           other as they wait to cross the road. A snapshot of life.

You know your content when....

You know your content when you don't want to go to sleep at night because your so excited for tomorrow you don't want to waste time sleeping.

When your tired, your eyes little half moons, ready to close but your brain still wide awake wanting to do a thousand things not because you need to but because you WANT to, because life is too short and for a moment there is so much you want to fit into it that really there is no time for sleep. The only good reason you can find to sleep is that the sooner you go to sleep the quicker tomorrow comes, when you get to see people, create things and just enjoy living in the here and now.

Believe me this is not a usual feeling for me, it is more commonplace for me to want, nay long, to go to sleep and stay in the warmth of bed sleeping for as long as possible but life is good at the moment and I don't want to waste a single second of it in the land of slumber where I only half exist.

I want to feel and experience everything wholly and totally so the vividness of life seeps into me and animates me so that people I meet see the joy I feel for being alive. I do not want to be known as the miserable one that is only good for moaning, what would be the point?!

Wednesday, 22 December 2010

To write....or not.

I’m struggling at the moment to find ‘my’ writing voice and this scares me. I am not finding it naturally, everything I write seems to me to be boring and forced and lacks anything special BUT this is what I want to do with my life, I want to write- I thought it was what I was best at- what if its not??? Then what am I supposed to do, eh?! 
I am creative, I play around with music, I can play and write music but really I’m only ok at this, I like to make things and draw and scribble and scrawl but again can only claim to have average talent at this, I take photos and some are good, but not ‘career good’, writing has always seemed to me to be ‘my’ outlet, the thing I can do. Speak to me, have a conversation with me, ask me to speak to a room full of people and I will probably stumble through my words unable to express what I want to say, eloquence and wit well and truly void. 
BUT that has been ok because before in my head I have known that I can write it much better, I can pen it into the written word and all of a sudden my private thoughts will be transformed to a language that others understand it, it is my thing that I can do and yet recently when the time has come to do something with it to really create with it……nothing. So my conclusion is practice, I need to find how I should write and a blog seems like the perfect place.
I would love to have a blog like some of the ones I read, some of them are written with such individual style and flare, leaving me wanting to read it the next day and the next, (for example here  and here) they give vivid snapshots into somebody else’s life and to me there is nothing more interesting than people. Nobody is boring and everybody has things happening in their lives which can offer insight to others.

 So I hope that somebody might find this interesting one day and that if nothing else it portrays a little of my life and what goes on in it, the good the bad, the achievements and the failures, the thoughts and the feelings that make up another life.