sunday. and after contemplations with the self
decided not to go back to frankfurt and the tendence today.
rather to take and enjoy the day for myself.
get things done at home.
making sketches of ideas. evoking and provoking new ideas.
drawing maps and plans. of where i want to go
and what i want to become.
and i wrote a letter. simply ramblings.
of things i felt i need to share. want to share.
laundry is in the machine. i'm about to put a package together.
and get the fleurs and a few shirts together for that sweet shop
here in baden-baden.
then maybe sort thru a few more files. or take a sunday nap.
i'm just going to let it happen today. become.
the tendence was inspiring. again.
it's almost overwhelming. the colours. the designs.
it might have been good to go back again today.
take a bit more time to see things again,
with a second glance. a different perspective.
i have all these ideas swimming in my mind right now.
new ideas. still on the same parallels
as what omondieu! has been so far.
but different. in its own sense.
i'm just hoping i can find the materials i need
and the materials i see. that what i am envisioning.
or sketching on these blank pieces of paper.
and then of course,
i hope to find the time.
yesterday i spent the day on my own. in freiburg.
again it was relaxing time. winding down time.
walks. cafés. reflections of the other sort.
i went to the one store that i so truely adore.
i wanted to speak to the owner, but she wasn't in.
also revelled in yet another flea market.
and found the one and other gem again.
the matching ring to the cameo found last week.
and then yet another cameo, on a velvet band.
similiar to the idea and the necklace
that i'm working on myself these days. sans cameo.
but that's my secret. spoken between these lines.
and i also found my little deer.
have been looking for just the right ones. for a while now.
glorious kitsch. i know. i confess.
but yesterday. there they were. and i knew they were the ones.
i wish it were like this with all things in life.
the simplicity of that. of finding. of having. and appreciating.
sometimes, it doesn't always feel that easy.
and the more the heart beats for something
the further away is seems. at times.
i still didn't find the postcards or the photos
i was hoping to stumble upon.
but those will come with time. again. as well.
now it's time to get back to my sunday mullings.
of doing this and this and that.
and you know what?
i can't believe that august is almost already at her end.
i almost feel as though i don't want her to go.
not just yet.