The Evening Chronicles – july 31.

When all is quiet…

… i feel best. When the whole world seems to be sleeping, slowing down its pace, our home just “is” … My husband already asleep, the pup laying at my feet – apparently his fav place.

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Those are the moments i like. As if you can hear the building come to itself, breathing its own rythm. No running stilettos anymore of the neighbors, no slamming doors. There’s a blind being lowered somewhere, then all returns to quiet.
I love being up then, if only for a few minutes. Alone, wrapping up the day, standing in the kitchen, leaning against the – preferably cleaned – sink, sipping a last cup of my favorite mango tea with honey.

My precious pup is already in his bench by then. Rolled up like a croissant on his pillow, looking at me from underneath his brown eyebrows, his shiny, bright, dark brown eyes following my every move… “When do i get that treat and those words i don’t understand, before it turns totally dark?”…

It’s good that moment… The day passes me in some flashes “glad with the new drapes i made, looking good. Why again did i cry this afternoon?…” A sigh, putting down the cup, blowing out the candle underneath the little white teapot. The fridge door opening, i know pup’s eyes are wide open now…

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I kneel down by his bench, looking into those big, brown, beautiful eyes. He gets his favorite treat accompanied by our words, the same every night, i am sure he recognizes them… “Goodnight Largo, sweet dreams… And you know, we are calm and peaceful and safe, everywhere, always… Nighty night Largo…”

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The Morning Chronicles – July 21.

Balance

It’s a national holiday here in Belgium. But we are not a country that really celebrates this event massively. So for most of us belgians it’s just a welcome “do-not-have-to-work” day. The moment i type this my hb and pup are still sound asleep.
I escaped quietly to my creative room. Got tired of lying awake already for 2 hours and lost track of all the thoughts haunting me inside my head. It’s making me too nervous, too affraid.
I must find some calmth, peace of mind… And that is so utterly difficult for me. I wish i was more lighthearted, less of the worrying kind.

Ok, being in this state of mind means I need to do something with my hands. Paint, plant, knit, clean even… anything that can take my mind off of things.

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See you, Marl1een xo

The Morning Chronicles – July 20.

Worrying ’bout things that will not happen to me…

Sunday morning mostly is an easy peasy day here at our home. We don’t need to get up (luckily our pup is not a morning “person”) and we try not to plan too much activities outdoors as our weekdays are mostly hectic enough.
Depending on the past events I sleep longer or wake up early… The latter points in the direction of a rather exciting or turbulent week. Given the past week, it was an early wake up after a mere 3 hours sleep.
The wheels in my head kept on turning, tumbling, racing, jumping from one thought to another. Real worries and hypothetical ones.

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Especially the – let’s face it – trivial quarrel with that blasted neighbor was not worth lying awake for. I am quite sure many people will shake their heads and wonder why on earth I am that troubled with it, and they are right. I wish I was able to treat it – and him – the way dogs do. Turn my back on it, shake it off, and go on with my life. But I can’t. Probably it’s one of my major problems: not being able to let go.

And what’s more, in my head I make so many conversations with that man. “If he says this, I’ll say that. And i have to remember so and so, i’ll write it down or i’ll forget, he’s been a pain for much too long, for too many people, who does he think he is? etc. etc. ”
Stupid, unnecessary hypothetical conversations that lead to nowhere and nothing, but to making me more nervous, more sleepless and tired.
They have only one advantage , if ever one of them would take place, my mind will be very prepared to give the right answers. But what are the chances such happens?
I do promise myself however, time and time again to live by the wonderful Jason Mraz song: Living in the moment.
Especially this piece of its lyrics is very applicable to this phenomenon:

If this life is one act
Why do we lay all these traps
We put them right in our path
When we just wanna be free

I will not waste my days
Making up all kinds of ways
To worry ’bout all the things
That will not happen to me

So I just let go
Of what I know I don’t know
And I know I only do this by
Living in the moment

In case you never heard the song, check it out, I love it (Jason Mraz, Living in the Moment)

Now I’m going to catch up on that lost sleep, and after that I’ll plant an avocado :) and join @jofabi (IG) in the #theavocadoclub – excited to see it develop.

See you. Marl1xo