I am drifting gently through my Adjustment Phase, allowing myself to go with the flow and trying not to be too impatient when things don't feel quite right. I am finding that after weeks and weeks of hustle and bustle on the home front, I am finding the quiet and solitude surprisingly tricky to feel at ease with.
I have experienced periods of my life where I have lived in quite a solitary way and yet I have very rarely suffered from loneliness. I guess it just comes down to what you get used to. This morning I had a list of tasks that I knew I had to come home and attend to. In my mind, I was quite looking forward to coming home, putting the coffee machine on and sitting quietly at my desk to write emails and catch up on a bit of admin without any interruptions.
And yet whilst walking homewards I suddenly realised that I wasn't ready to face an empty house. So I went with the flow and took the long walk home from the market by way of a little diversion. A short scenic detour along the canal, through a bit of dappled woodland, behind the castle and along the leafy green lane....
....emerging at the top of this hill with it's pretty view. It's been a gorgeous day, mild and sunshiney, with the unmistakable whiff of early Autumn in the air.
When I got home I made fresh coffee, then grabbed a plastic bowl and went up the street to pick blackberries. I didn't pick many, just the ones that were hanging low over the pavement, enough to put with a tangy green apple.
Yes, I bought one solitary Bramley Apple from the market today, enough to add to the blackberries to make a simple fruit stew. Ooooo-mmmmm, it was so delicious! We ate it after dinner tonight, warm from the pan and a beautifully deep purple colour, spilling over a lump of vanilla ice cream.
Late morning and I had finished most of my computer work, so off to the studio I went. I am so so so lucky to have this room to go to, I appreciate it more than I am able to put into words.
I worked on one of my giant mandala-dream catcher decorations for Yarndale. After many false starts (and bad words interspersed with caffeine), I think I've finally worked out a neat way to crochet this thing around the plastic hoop. If it works, I'll be happy. And I'll share my method with you, cos you never know when you might wish to create a giant dream catcher of your very own.
I'm hoping that by next week I might find the pattern of my days comes a little more naturally, and I'm looking forward to it. I'm not there yet, but almost.