beginnings

Thank you for making me so very happy (and its only just begun).





Don’t you think it’s better to be extremely happy for a short while, even if you lose it, than to be just okay for your whole life?(Audrey Niffengger)

Capuchin!

The end of an era, L returns tonight, happy days and monkey world!

Filled.

Blogging fail. Too long a time has elapsed since I posted. In the last couple of weeks I have done a number of things:

-Been to my favourite festival in the world-the beautiful Glastonbury
-Tied a wish to the Wishing Tree
-Drifted on a cloud of happiness
-Finished reading the Time Traveller's Wife
-Watched Green Mile for the first time (how have I not seen it before??)
-cried for a substantial part of Green Mile
-seen and loved Bon Iver in the flesh with M
-Acquired a nice boy!
-Missed E Club
-Wanted the third bee to return like never before
-Partaken in outrageous amounts of (male) banter
-Missed L so much
-Welded myself to the television to watch Wimbledon
-Been on a double date

and much much more.

Do you remember still the falling stars
that like swift horses through the heavens raced
and suddenly leaped across the hurdles
of our wishes--do you recall? And we
did make so many! For there were countless numbers
of stars: each time we looked above we were
astounded by the swiftness of their daring play,
while in our hearts we felt safe and secure
watching these brilliant bodies disintegrate,
knowing somehow we had survived their fall.

(Rilke) Translated by Albert Ernest Flemming

I'm here and it's tomorrow

The past week and a half-London, Kent, Beach Break (not at a beach but a safari park), getting the tube on my own for the first time (overcoming the phobia), nights in at the hotel d'Irvine, putting off packing for Glastonbury...among many other things.







I can't wait for Glasto with this beautiful bee....





'Life is either a daring adventure or nothing.
To keep our faces towards change and behave like free spirits in the presence of fate is strength undefeatable.' (Helen Keller)

No time for fever

H has been staying with me for two days. I showed her the local pursuits and played pub skittles for the first time ever! Last night we went to Burton Bradstock for the evening. I love the beach at night time. A beautiful lady sent me post full of pretty things, I can't wait to see her again!

L has been on her walk now for about two weeks. I am so proud of her, and miss her madly. Come home soon bee!






Jamie, you haven't changed a bit.

My salad days, when I was green in judgment, cold in blood

Sunny (and not so sunny) Somerset. Crazy O came back from France, the rain upheld its tradition by gatecrashing J's fabulous party, we bought Tescos out of their stock of Pimms, ate pie in record time, and tonight, a lovely phone call from D with some sage advice attached.

"Salad days" is an idiotmatic expression, referring to a youthful time, accompanied by the inexperience, enthusiasm, idealism, innocence, or indiscretion that one associates with a young person-

what a fantastic phrase.

June

I believe that harmonies are colors
Every time I paint it sharpens my harmony
Yesterday I tried to paint you



But the colors weren't beautiful enough (Bee)

These Days

Have spent the heatwave mostly accompanied by Pimms, friends and excess picnic food. I stayed at K's for a night, we uncovered some photos that have never seen the light of day (aka the internet) before, I love it when this happens. The first is my favourite.


I miss you Crazy! Come back soon!







No, I won't be afraid...

Did you draw the bright stuff on your skin?

A troubling few days. Despite the overall negativity of the situation I really do take these moments to appreciate my friends. L has flown to France to start her 500 mile walk-I'm so proud of her. I'll think of you every day! Last night I realised how bloody brilliant M is. Its easy enough to say how close you are to someone, but I enjoy the moments in which it is so clear why you are the best of friends. I think at that moment only he could have cheered me into the realms of raucous laughter. I saw why we are such kindred spirits! Although writing this makes me laugh as I know he wouldn't approve, he'd want me to shout 'tonight we dine in hell!' and punch the air or something! But honestly, thank you for making me happier.

At the moment I'm listening to:

The Maccabees-Young Lions
Antony & the Johnsons-Cripple and the Starfish
Bombay Bicycle Club-Open House
La Roux-In For The Kill
The Maccabees-William Powers
Metronomy-On The Motorway
Arcade Fire-Rebellion (Lies)
Calvin Harris-I'm not Alone
The Prodigy-Warrior Dance
Dizzeeeeee-Bonkers
The Strokes-Heart in a Cage
Cold War Kids-Vacation

Kiss and Resolve

Oh God, I miss you madly. x.

Count My Stitches

stay warm.

Tabula Rasa

Hello Summer!









"how sweet I roamed from field to field, and tasted all the summers' pride" (William Blake)

&

"Never in my life have I felt so fat with time...

States of mind

Today's mission: Conquer Russia.

One of these mornings...

In one week my exams will be over! I will be free to roam the hazy summer streets of Edinburgh before returning home to the delights of westcountry afternoons, Glastonbury festival and a Cornish adventure. The only difference will be that many of my friends will be spread across the world on their gap year travels-I wish them all the luck and the love in the world.

This is from Charlie Smith's 'The Meaning of Birds', a literary gem I recently uncovered from an old notebook.

It is not news that we live in a world
where beauty is unexplainable
and suddenly ruined
and has its own routines. We are often far
from home in a dark town, and our griefs
are difficult to translate into a language
understood by others. We sense the downswing of time
and learn, having come of age, that the reluctant
concessions made in youth
are not sufficient to heat the cold drawn breath
of age. Perhaps temperance
was not enough, foresight or even wisdom
fallacious, not only in conception
but in the thin acts
themselves. So our lives are difficult,
and perhaps unpardonable, and the fey gauds
of youth have, as the old men told us they would,
faded. But still, it is morning again, this day.
In the flowering trees
the birds take up their indifferent, elegant cries.
Look around. Perhaps it isn't too late
to make a fool of yourself again. Perhaps it isn't too late
to flap your arms and cry out, to give
one more cracked rendition of your singular, aspirant song.

Dost thou think because thou art virtuous, there shall be no more cakes and ale?

The end of exams, please!

Sans toi

Without you, today's emotions would be the scurf of yesterday's...

Because

God only knows what I'd be without you!