I drew this a few months ago at the beginning of pandemic lockdown. I couldn’t visit the farm to see the Autumn colours. I drew this as a consolation prize for myself.
I accepted a challenge to sketch a fellow blogger (The V Pub – Friends without Borders) based on one of his recent posts. The photo I was based on is one of the four photos. There are other bloggers sketched or painted based on the other three photos. So I took the challenge to sketch the one which has not been worked on.
Visual art is not my thing due to lack of training, skill or practice. I love colouring which is like therapy for me. So I consulted my painter friend. She gave me some tips on how to sketch facial features. I also asked her for some tips on sketching the penis. My ten year old overheard my video call with my friend. He came running in right after I shut off the video call. He enthusiastically demonstrated on paper how to draw a penis. I guess he practiced that at school fair a bit. Boys!
You may view my sketch and the photo here
I take shelter in the Ben Hogan
He keeps me warm and stylish
Fending me from the early chirps’ dropping
My tash loves him and desires a pipe mistress
Yet, I will be just happy with a bowtie
Com’om mystery, poetry and crime
I’m ready in the Ben Hogan armour
Dedicated to Misha
There is something therapeutic about showers.
For years I had fostered a habit of taking a shower once I walked through my front door coming home from a day’s work.
The shower took my day off and it was like walking out from a hussle bussle world into my sanctuary. It was almost like a sanctifying ceremony.
The shower centred me and set the calm tone of the evening. I often felt afresh and renewed.
When I met you, the first thing I did was adapting your “shower in the dark” daily routine.
There is something else all together when showering in the dark.
When your surrounding is dim. You would have to rely a lot more on your sense of touch. When showering in the dark, it intensifies the transition from day to night, chaos to calm, cluttered to clear mind, exhaustion to rejuvenation. It restores me and makes me whole again.
I put music on sometimes if the sound of the running water is mono. Music is also more impactful when listening to in the dark.
Showering in the dark sparks all my senses with pleasure stimulation. Spurge of energy flew out to carry me into the mysterious night dancing with the stars. I become alive!
“Hope never fails”
Giving is a blessing. Receiving is also a blessing.
In my line of work, I walk alongside people to support them achieve their career goals. It is a satisfying thing to do because I get the opportunity to use my knowledge, skills and natural strengths to bless people come to my path.
In a workshop I deliver regularly, I ask the participants ‘What is your dream job?’. I share with them my dream job is being a writer and living on a farm growing my own vegetables. I shared that in each of the workshop I have delivered.
The moment of inspiration came from a recent workshop I delivered. One of the participants is also one of those special people God put on my path. She is like a blooming rose from day one I met her. Her passion, her cheerful nature, her insight and her determination inspired me. Walking alongside her to see this rose from a rose bud to her glory is something rewarding and appreciated with amazement.
After the workshop. She sent me a lovely email which brought me to tears. She researched a college course that will help me kick off my writing so I will be on my way to achieve my dream as a writer. Her encouraging words moved me to write. I started to write, just putting words on paper. It’s about me go on a journey to fulfill my dream. It is not about others’ approval. I write is because all these emotions, feelings, encounters, moments oozing out of my mind to make sense of the world around me.
That’s how this blog came to existence. It is that simple. I received a blessing from a blooming rose. ” Hope never fails.”