Who am I, where am I, what’s the weather like?

Who am I, where am I, what’s the weather like?

In a permanent state of change. Flux surrounded by a vortex. Unknown territory. Signposted for assistance. I am not alone. We are on a pilgrimage. The weather is calm, changeable and unpredictable. If I wasn’t here, I’d be asleep. 3.51am 13.9.18.

The thoughts of starting this blog is terrifying and exciting, hence the busy head brain dump above. I came across this passage below when I was reading my bed book.

“You thought that you were the permanent part of your own experience, the net that held it all together – until you discovered that there were many selves, dissolving into one another so quickly over time that the buildings and the trees and even the pavement turned out to have more substance than you did” [ Freudenberger, 2012:207]

Overcast, view from the back of the studio