it's when you've worked out who you are that you can really start to live

I'm back home for a while and, as per usual, have been doing a lot of thinking. rediscovering what I really like and want, instead of playing out a role in a play scripted by someone else. this blog isn't supposed to be a shrink's couch, so I'll just sum up all this thinking with a quote:

'this above all: to thine own self be true'
william shakespeare

I soothe my restlessness by spending early mornings in the garden, with a lot of strong and hot earl grey. today was one of those perfect mornings, when everything comes together and falls into place for a moment. the only thing that could make it better would be if sean bean decided to stop by for some tea. alas, he didn't (I'm sure it's only a matter of time), but it was still quite splendid.

nights on my balcony provide similar comfort, with starry sky above me ("at night city lights make the stars invisible") and everything around so still and quiet. trees, mountains, small church and houses look like paper cutouts or stage decorations. flickering lights in the old, tiny graveyard.

for the new week and spring in the air: pink & pastel overload.