Secret Place

Do you feel like going to a secret place today? I do, and this feeling started almost as soon as it began raining.

Here are a couple of really secret and special places: the lamp room in Lundy's Old Lighthouse, and a little boathouse at the edge of a lake in a place so secret I'm never telling you where it is in case it becomes crowded...



So, back to this rain and why I want to hide.

A friend inspired me once by saying she quite liked the rain as a reminder of the cycle of things, life coming around again. In a good moment I appreciate this, but feel just now would be a good time to find a secret and special place where being patient in the cycle of things isn't such an effort! All well and good being patient when you're tucked away in a lovely space away from things, but here, today, life, it's people, jobs and longings, jeepers that discomforting impatience has really kicked in...

When you get a glimpse of something brilliant it's like enjoying lovely sunshine beaming on you for a few delicious hours. It's like being in the secret places. But as the rain muscles in again and you have to get down to the work of getting that brilliant thing up and running it hardly seems fair to have your thinking robbed by the strategies of warm layers and sensible shoes for a to b movement.

What am I really waiting for? Nothing short of revolution I'm afraid, so we're in for the long haul! Anyone got any tips?


{Today's soundtrack: Quantic - The 5th Exotic}