Looking for Inspiration

I’m finding it hard to be inspired by where I live now. I moved here a month ago, it’s pretty enough, you’ve seen some of the photos I’ve taken of the canal and beach but it doesn’t speak to me. I’m okay, I’m plodding along doing my thing but I’m not struck by inspiration in the slightest.

It’s the energy of the place I think, it’s slow and if I’m honest a little dull. It’s temporary, always was in that I’m not staying long, but it’s certainly not me. Now for the positives, it’s slowed me down, got me more in touch with myself. I spend long periods alone and I’m benefiting from them. I’ve lost an amazing 4lb’s in weight as I’m not socialising which is a big plus if ever there was one. I’ve started a course and I’m loving it, it’s got me to pull out some old books and I’ve lots of new stuff to learn, I have the time too without distractions.

Energy is a funny thing, I think it’s affected by so many things. The people here seem very insular, I walk down the canal saying hello or smiling at people I pass, the number of them who look at me as if I’m mad or pretend they didn’t hear me is weird.  They look at me like I’m crazy, like I’m from another planet, but it’s not me it’s them. On the other hand I do talk to a lot of dogs, dogs aren’t fussy. The High Street is boring, there is nothing that calls me. Yes there’s a post office, bank and chemist but there isn’t anything that interests me. It’s old and I suppose quaint and the folk around here are pretty proud of it, it has a number of visitors but there is nothing that calls me. Is it the people or the energy of the town, I don’t know but I’m not keen.

I’m spoilt I suppose, fifteen years living in Brighton with all it’s vibrancy and style. I was brought up in London and I’m pretty well travelled, yes I’m spoilt and if I’m honest a little fussy. As you know I love nature and I can certainly appreciate the beauty of my surroundings but there’s something missing that I just can’t put my finger on.

I’ll ponder a while on it and carry on spending time on me, pamper myself maybe 😉

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I Move

I dance as I’m swept along by the wind,

not clinging onto the trees.

Twisting along past those rain clouds,

going just where I please.

Those old roots are in my pockets now,

I’ll keep them moist and fed.

Until I plant them in the ground again,

remembering how to embed.

But for now I’m like a spinning feather,

light and catching the sun.

Dancing across these earthly planes,

laughing and having fun.

I’ve been that couch potato before, 

I’m not doing it anymore.

As when each chapter is over now, 

I know there’s more to explore.

~

A bit how I feel at the moment, with most of the things that hold me down in storage, I’m lighter, I can move around easily. 

We can put roots down anywhere we please at any time, we are not trees. As beautiful as they are, we don’t have to stay put, we have the ability to change our environment at any time.

Why spend life in one place, become like trees in an organised  orchard when we have roots we can move. We are so lucky, we are able to explore and make the most of life. Stop off, experience and then move on to experience more.

I know it’s not how life works, I know we need jobs, need connections and these things keep us in one place, but isn’t this a pity. I’ve stayed in places I love and that’s great but I’ve also stayed where I’m unhappy and that’s just not good enough.

I’ll settle down again but for now I feel a bit like a feather and I’m enjoying the experience.

~

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Flat for Sale

Jack, the guy from the estate agents, said there would be no problem selling my flat. In fact he had people on his books that already wanted to view it, they were interested in my flat right now. He wanted to know what he could do to stop the other estate agents coming to give a valuation, when he could sell it today.

My home really is wonderful, I have always loved this place. I don’t really want to go but circumstances now mean I must. An upstairs flat doesn’t work anymore, I need to be downstairs now and that will mean leaving Brighton. It makes me sad to leave but I’m happy to have been here.

Jack walked around my flat with his pad and measuring tool and I accompanied him. The main room he said was great, good size and well presented. I wanted to tell him about the parties, the music and dancing that had taken place over the years. How we have laughed till we cried on many occasion in that room. How wooden spoons make fantastic microphones and in here anyone can sing. I thought he should know that I have cooked for and fed the people I love in the main room. My lounge has been checked into a few times on facebook and the food and atmosphere are said to be amazing. I didn’t share this with Jack but I do think it adds to the value.

Lovely big windows, lots of light he said. Yes, I thought, the sun streams in lighting up the room and everyone in here; it is always summer in this room. There is nothing I like better than sitting by those windows in the morning with my coffee; it is where I like to think. The flowers in the window box lean into the room to join me and bring summer indoors.

The bedroom is a good size, huge window. I didn’t mention to Jack that I lie in bed looking up at the sky every day. I set the alarm early, just to lie there. I can’t just jump out of bed, not when I have to plan the day while I’m looking up at the big blue sky from that window. At night I count the stars that shine over the city from the window and the light it lets in casts comfortable and safe shadows around the room.

Jack said he liked the wooden floorboards, a good feature he said. Great for dancing, but we do have to think about Jonathan downstairs if it is late. That is apart from the time he was dancing with us, then we didn’t care.

My neighbours are just fantastic; I’m so lucky to have them. Jonathan is a homeopath who always understands my ailments and humour. You can see his brass plaque just beside the main doorway downstairs. He makes hair products too; they are standing on the shiny glass shelf in my bathroom. If you look out of that big window again, you will see his garden, it’s beautiful all year round, it must be where he gets his inspiration.

The house next door is the vicarage, so no problems there. Robert, the vicar, is lovely, we have shared a few glasses of wine and his stories are hilarious. It is a lovely road, full of great people. What’s more near the centre of the city it’s amazingly quiet.

Before you go, Jack, did I mention the planning permission to extend into the loft. You think that’s a good selling point. No I didn’t ever get around to it, my loft is full of boxed memories.

You’re a great sales man Jack, you remind me of my granddad and he could sell anything, same patter, same charm. Thing is Jack, you don’t have all the information. The best things about this flat are the memories in the walls, the smiles that have been reflected in the glass, the happiness and the love. I think this has always been a happy home and I think anyone that lives here will get that.

Does love and happiness sell Jack, will you tell the prospective purchasers about the love. I think they need to know that it’s a wonderful home, that when the door closes behind you there is nothing quite like it.

You see, when people buy a home in Brighton they buy into a lifestyle. But what makes that even better is the home you live that lifestyle from. This home, my home, has great vibes. I think that all the people that have ever lived here have been blessed and the happiness that has been shared in the flat will fill the walls for years to come.