Today I woke early, I was going out for a long walk with my sister, she bought me the beautiful piece of indian embroidered cloth above from the exhibition on indian textiles at the V&A. We had planned, if the weather were to be dry, to do the Beverley Brook Walk, roughly from New Malden to Putney following the river. The walk is 6.5 miles and takes (it is said) about 3 hours. The sun was shining at 9am so I was eager to get up, get ready and get going. Unfortunately, big sister was not feeling great, a sore throat and cough - in no condition to go traipsing over wet parks and commons for 3 hours.
I turned my attention to emails, catching up with pre-Xmas jobs, setting my mind once again to trying to stay off benefit and earn some kind of income.
My massage work now has a few clients, my confidence in that is coming along in leaps and bounds but massage for many is a luxury they can't afford. I've decided to try to find an organisation that can offer subsidised massage therapy to people who need it the most but who have not got that kind of money to spare. I'd like to offer the Ayurvedic facial rejuvenation to older people - it's a very loving, nurturing treatment that relieves stress and promotes deep relaxation.
I have been selling on a stall in South Lambeth Road but there aren't many plants available at the moment - at the end of January on 30th (Saturday) I am organising a Boot Fair on Wilcox Close, everyone loves a boot fair don't they?
So, I did the necessary couple of hours on the computer and then just had to leave the house to enjoy some winter sun and fresh air. As is often the case, when I leave the house and need some nature, I make my way to Clapham Common and then up to Richmond, gravitating to Petersham Nurseries for lunch, plants, meadows, fields, river, trees, birds - breath, relax, enjoy.
I did and dreamt of winning or earning enough money to live in the area, near the river, of working in Petersham Nurseries a couple of days a week, of not worrying about the lack of money coming in and my savings getting low.
Life is for living, I really don't want to do anything anymore that doesn't make me happy, that doesn't speak to my soul and enable it to soar.
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