Had a 'waitressing' dream for the first time in ages last night; anyone in catering will recognise what I mean: permutations on the theme of serving impossible numbers of customers in impossible situations. Something to do with the amount of worry piling up in my head about the business progression, but also maybe that lack of mental 'stretching' that I was allowing myself on the snowy days... My meditation has gone to pot over the last year and one of my resolutions for this year is to get back on track again, but I shall now also add walking (with or without meditation) to my list as well. And swimming. Nothing for it; I need a bigger day.
A year of Poverty, Painting and Food: Twelve years in catering over, my aim is to paint full time. Stu, my other half, is stuck as a chef feeding the x-thousand over an Edinburgh winter. His cooking tips and budgeting are propelling us through the year on a tenner a day, while I paint.. No comparison to Pablo's talent; I have just named my blog after the Paris studio where he suffered the twin purgatory of poverty and artistic ambition on the cusp.. I am emerging!
Friday, 21 January 2011
The Walking mind
Intrigued but slightly disturbed to realise that there is a correlation between walking and thinking in my blog posts; when it was snowing and I had two hours of walking every day I found myself thinking a lot more about a lot more things. Not sure about the quality of my thoughts, but there was definately a pattern of reflection and mental relxibility which is absent when all I do is drive to work, numb my mind for eight hours and drive back again.
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