Inspiring…
Bloomin’ good
I have booked myself to a five week painting online class with Flora Bowley!!
I AM SO EX-CI-TED!
I have booked this course a while ago… and it took me that long to tell my news at loud.
Felt unworthy or not talented enough, this is a mistake, I won’t have time with my job! and so on…
I have shut those voices up to only let the excitement and anticipation of the new learning ahead be.
Gift to myself, because, simply, I am enough!
and here, some snapshots of my last creation…
Waiting
A wonderful new year to you with love
Experiment (suite)
Experiment
Christmas’ magic
I missed it again. Living away from family does that. And yet we managed to have a lovely time, with yummy food, a walk in the rain, a run and some video of the Flight of the Conchords!
So I guess, we made it magic!
I was reading the last post on Brené Brown’s blog, which she named The Magic is in the Mess (http://brenebrown.com/2013/12/25/magic-mess/), which I totally relate to. In my family, on Christmas day, it is messy. It’s loud, chaotic, fun, tense, joyful and with arguments and laughter alongside each others! It sounds weird but in fact it is really a lovely atmosphere, as we all embrace the mess. And I miss it immensely.
Across our garden, our neighbors didn’t have that magic (although they had the chaos). They probably don’t know what it means. They live the opposite constantly. The chaos, the terror, the fear of the argument starter. Domestic violence does not stop because it’s Christmas. It is an ongoing pattern.
Sad and disturbing.

via Pinterest
Joyeux Noel
Christmas build-up
I have been missing writing on the blog. I miss the blog-type conversation, the spaciousness of reflecting at loud on a keyboard, the pride and the enthusiasm.
I am still at work (and almost the only one). No big Christmas dinner or lunch to organize. No family around.
It is slightly sad. Christmas in the heat of the Tropic isn’t Christmas! No snow. Just the heat. And the humidity. And the frogs singing at loud in the moonsoonal rain. Sad, or just different?
But I also look forward to it. A simple Christmas. To reflect and to be grateful.
Joy. Simplicity. Gratitude.















