How to deal with disappointment?
and where does it lead us…
I was so looking forward to this camping trip. I couldn’t wait to be far away, disconnected, in a remote place. In the W i l d.
We prepared for some time. We talked about it. So many times. And prepared more.
We were so ready, organized. All the gear, the extra stuff that you need when you go remote. The spare tires, the fuel, the extra fuel, food, good food. R e a d y !
I had bought myself a gorgeous watercolor paper Moleskine art journal and planned to take with me Jo Bertini – Fieldwork, a beautiful book about sketches and gouache she made in the desert, as my inspiration! I visualized myself being immersed in the endless scenery, the wilderness, the absence of connection, the nature everywhere, feeding me…
I could see myself drawing the landscape, sitting in the shade of a gum tree, chasing the flies away, drawing, feeling, drawing, breathing….
But the camping trip was cut short. Two smashed tires on a hard gravel road. So we came back earlier. Darn!
And here I am reading blogs, checking my phone, pesting against the walls I am entrenched in.
I will paint instead, and meditate; will wait for the next trip…
for the next adventure.
I am weary.
Our camping trip was cut very short. Two smashed tires in the middle of nowhere on the Gibb River Road obliged us to return.
No 2….. In a 20-minute interval
No spare anymore at this stage and the daylight fading beautifully on us..
The beauty surrounding us was breathtaking. Camping in the wild is always nurturing, even in blemished circumstances.
Unforgiving Gibb Road. Certainly reknown for its challenges.
My expression of it all, once back home.
The face of disappointment
Very grateful to be able to express those feelings through creativity;)
Happy birthday to my blog!!
2 years that we’ve traveled together!!
It has been a wonderful companionship and learning experience…
But more, it helps me to keep myself in the flow; whether straight and strong, vulnerable or raw, but at least connected.
with myself. and with others, with old friends across the world, with my family, and with new friends that I haven’t met (yet)…
It challenges me to take things further or deeper; it stimulates me to get more creative in my expressions..to step out of my comfit zone; it allows me to be me, to show up in various ways…
Sure there are times where I’d like to turn it off, unable to see any meaning to this virtual sharing world…unable to keep up between my full time job, my yearning to learn about art and creative expression, the books I want to read and life… life to live… the blog falls behind a bit I must admit!
but that kind of thought doesn’t last too long…I have built I think a bit of a relationship with this blog now…some sort of attachment to it I suppose.
So there I am, happy to be here with you and will continue to do so…
at my own pace
with my whole heart!
Happy birthday dear blog…
For you Anne;)
When you’re in theater or the circus or film – to me it’s all one – affairs happen. People fall in love.
I have many images that remain in my mind from our travel across Australia. One of them is from Blackall.. I love this large piece made of wire..
In the heat, in the uncomfortable
I am learning to stay still
In the unknown
In the uncertainty
Hearing doubtful voices
I am learning to stand still
In the silence
In the solitude
I am traveling in the wilderness of my thoughts
And am learning to stay still
Such an interesting book about death in custody in Australia!