three birds one post

photo friday’s topic is BURN.

“Do you wanna be a poet and write
Do you wanna be an actor up in lights
Do you wanna be a soldier and fight for love
Do you wanna travel the world
Do you wanna be a diver for pearls
Or climb a mountain and touch the clouds above
Be anyone you want to be
Bring to life your fantasies
But I want something in return
I want you to burn, burn for me baby”
~ Tina freaking Arena “Burn”
I can’t believe I just quoted Tina freaking Arena on my blog.

also, on all things burny, i am currently obsessed with photos from burning man
i want to go. i want to go. i want to go.

and it’s going to be a tough one, but i can try and tie the next one into the burn theme too…
drum roll please…
sooooo… wanna know what goddess lights YOUR FIRE???
{ho ho ho, even *I* astound me)

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Earth girl

my work in the world is done. three topics, one post, vaguely tied.
AND i have quoted Tina freaking Arena.

tender thank you

sunset blossoms at lanyon

thank you.
for holding my truths with two hands and a heart
and honouring my spirit when when it is tender
and sharing in tales of messy, beautiful days
for yelling SMILE, for being okay when i’m not,
for hand plucked flowers, for stories of extraordinariness,
and for reducing me to tears (the good ones).

you guys know who you are.

haiku and crocs and fairies and sand…

i know i haven’t said much lately.
i’ve been bike riding and brewing and letting the sand sift from the gold in my mind.
i’ve been doodling fairies for my friend The Henna Fairy.
marinating in thoughts. dreaming up ideas. rejoicing in friends. eating lentil and bacon soup. not talking, just doing. cocooning with eyes wide open.

the simple pleasures. the joy in wearing new purple crocs. feeling like i’m sure to set off a fashion trend for happy feet.

and i’ve been reading a haiku anthology. my favourite:

smoothing paper
on my fingertips
the roughness of words

~ jackie hardy.

wishing you these quiet days. when there is much movement below the ocean surface, but no ripples at the top.

đŸ™‚

N R G

i bartered with a friend of mine a couple of weeks ago ~ a painting for a bicycle. each evening and weekend i’ve been hauling ass up mountains to gape over sunsets, riding balmily through the spring flowers, breathing in new and fresh and fast running air.

and damn, it feels GOOD.

the last two days i haven’t gone… and i notice the change in me.
i notice how i get bored much, much easier
how i get a bit frenetic and crazy and start barking imitations of police academy 2 at chris. i find it hard to sit down and paint. there is so so much ENERGY in my lethargic body and can’t constructively get it out.

me thinks putting energy into exercise doesn’t detract from energy into creativity. in fact, i am discovering they exist in a symbiotic relationship, developing further my understanding and enjoyment of them.

shock, horror, i know, for someone who has RESISTED exercise and sport for a long time now.

this afternoon i was going a bit nutty and started recognising behavioural trends in me that are kinda like a hyperactive kid. i get annoying, even to myself. i really, really wanted to sit down in my studio ~ but felt like at once jumping off the walls and shmoozing on the limegreen couch by the windows.

instead, i got my bike, and my hunky lover,
and out into the day we went.

up, up, up the mountain further than i’ve been before, until my lungs hurt with growing and expanding larger.

if i had said ~ i am going to climb that mountain, i would have felt daunted and afraid and wouldn’t have attempted. instead, i just imagined it as stages. all i had to do was get up to the next corner. then the next. then the next. step by step by step. spin by spin by spin. kinda like life really… if you feel daunted by something… just do one part at a time.

up to the top of the mountain, onto a firebreak with our mountain bikes until we were above all the houses looking over the valley. it felt so freaking good to do the thing i thought i couldn’t do.

then coasting down, down, down again.

back to here.

and i’m ready to go settle in my studio. drink some chai tea.
paint and draw a little. look out the windows to this marvellous day and do what i can, joyfully.

Leonie’s new motto:
Get out. Then go in.

with energy, and joy,
Leonie