Finally!

 At last I can talk about the wedding! Reece asked permission before Christmas (I'm glad Jon said yes because Reece lives here and how awkward would that have been? 😄) but the engagement ring has only just made an appearance. Seriously, though, I am thrilled that Reece will be an official part of the family soon. I am so happy for them. The wedding is on June 13th so no time for messing around. It's definitely all systems go!

Despite all this, I have managed to do a bit of research here and there for the serial proposal, and have even managed to get past page 2 of 'The Creative Act: A Way of Being'. I should have waited a week or so before ordering it as I now have two books on the go. I'm also reading an autobiography but can't remember what it's called or who wrote it. His wife died of cancer after a long marriage and it flicks back and forth between her treatment and when they met etc. As soon as I've finished this blog, I will probably remember it. (no rolling eyes emoji - how can they not have a rolling eyes emoji? It's my favourite emoji of all time!)

Not surprisingly, I'm knee deep in researching Hinduism, so if there are any Hindus out there who might be willing to read my first instalment to check for embarrassing errors (when I've written it, of course) then please let me know. I will be forever grateful.

I've just looked up and the sunset through the patio doors is stunning. It nearly always is but pretty much evening Jon and I shout to each other to 'come and see this' as if we hadn't seen it before, yet we'd seen one twenty-four hours earlier. It never gets old, does it?

Richard E Grant. 'A Pocketful of Happiness'.

No I didn't remember. I ran upstairs to find out. I need the exercise anyway. I am 7435 steps away from my recommended 10000 steps and it's 5.22pm. And seeing as I am on the social team at SlimmingWorld tonight, I have zero chance of reaching the magic number, whereas Jon hits his, and more, every day. For him, it must be like living with a sloth.

I'll finish with a quote for you, from 'The Creative Act' by Rick Rubin.

Turning something from an idea

into reality

can make it seem smaller.

It changes from unearthly to earthly.

The imagination has no limits.

The physical world does.

The work exists in both.

(This is probably why many artists don't talk about their work until they have completed it. Talking about it somehow removes its magic. I get it. I used to think artists were being pretentious when they wouldn't talk about what they were working on. Did they think that someone would steal their idea? Nope. It was far more fundamental than that. (I do talk about what I'm writing as I talk all the time anyway, but I can't go into detail as the details always sound so ridiculous. Keep it general, is my motto. Discussing the intricacies kills it stone dead.))