April was filled with lazy mornings and serenity, I don’t know how else to describe the past month, mostly because, it was gone in a blink.
Aside from moving – of course, April was the sunday morning of the year so far. Slow mornings, soft songs and mild feelings, never fail to please me.
Lazy sunny mornings have always been a favorite of mine. There’s something magical about the sun peaking through the windows, a fresh cup of coffee and a comfy fluffy blanket. This combo never fails to put me in a good mood.
This past month, I tried to squeeze in as many late lazy mornings as I possibly could, and I’m pretty certain that’s how I managed to keep my sanity in these difficult times of change.
A slow start, no matter how hectic the day gets always helps.
I also read Teaching My Mother How to Give Birth by Warsan Shire and continued to fail at finishing Mrs Dalloway. I’m failing Virginia Wolf so badly, however, I can never pick up the book for more than 20 minutes. Maybe it’s the long descriptions, maybe it’s the amount of storylines, I can’t seem to focus for too long.
I’ll keep trying in May.
Sun beams.Favourite new spotmore Mornings
Dear March, you were too kind. Thank you.
The past month was marked by some good books. I’ve fallen in love with poetry books and Orion’s Flux and Rupi’s The Sun and her flowers became huge inspirations. I started writing again, just for the sake of it. I’d forgotten how much I love writing, and how good it makes me feel. It’s always nice to find inspiration, and I ended up obsessed with the feeling these books give me, so I order a couple more of the same genre.
A lot changed in march. Work, home and even myself. Although it’s been difficult, changes often enlighten the constants in life, and I was pretty pleased to find
what who mine were.
March was (well) spent in a sea of romance, and although I understand I’m a perpetual victim of my romanticization of ordinary things, I can’t help to let it taint my view and start seeing la vie en rose. Slowly, uncertainly, and with the laziness of a sunny sunday morning, we’ve been falling, with no strings attached and limbs sweetly tangled.
April, feel welcome.
Sweets and friends.
Sundays to remember.
Oh dear february…
The second month of the year brought sweet encounters and a few tears. I have the feeling I’ve spent a big part of the month hiding my hands in my sleeves and covering my face with my sweater. There was this constant lack of coziness and I just couldn’t grab it. So I hid. I avoided. I was late. And I failed to share the peace and tranquility that january gave me with february.
Although I won’t remember the past month for it’s delicacy on my heart, I do have remember that it highlighted a few people in my life that maybe I wasn’t paying enough attention to before, and through the thunder came in a small breeze, that at I first I barely felt, but now seems to lodging itself in my thoughts, and it will forever change march.
It’s not much trouble, to be honest, it’s quite sweet, refreshing and it doesn’t feel too heavy to care for. I can only be thankful, for it is nice to have a glimpse of slow affection in the middle of a hurricane.
But february has passed now, and march promises change, all that’s left to do is to brace myself to embrace it.
There’s always a beautiful place to discover.
“Mrs Dalloway said she would buy the flowers herself”
Fun socks to lift the spirits.
Boy, how I understand.