So said the Greek philosopher Heraclitus. Which will be why I am constantly trying to change things, like the amount of “stuff” there is cluttering up my house and my life, and ultimately my phsychic/mental wellbeing.
It’s just too cluttered, so I – slowly – try and clear things out, and the more I clear out, the less mental baggage I find I have. Letting go is the hardest thing to do, but once you do it, it’s liberating.
Now I feel that I need to go a step further. I try and meditate, but find it hard to find even 10 minutes of “me” time, when I can be alone and in a quiet space, to do this. There always seems to be someone around, or some other distraction. So, I meditate when I can. I’ve been thinking, and realised that while I may not have enjoyed the actual practice at the time, when I used to do yoga, I really did get a benefit out of it. I maybe should think about finding a class and going back.
I initially started, as I wanted to get more flexible to help with karate, and only stopped as the woman who ran the class quite when she got pregnant, and no-one else took over the running of it. (It was an early morning class in the gym in my work, and it was Iyengar yoga.)
Now I think I’m in a place mentally where I would not only benefit (both physically and mentally) from taking it up again, but I would also appreciate it for what it is, and the spiritual side of things. Maybe it’s because I’m a few years older now, and my attitude towards things like this has changed (see, change IS a constant)
The camera bundle I was after was in stock. So I’ve got a new shiny – Nikon D3300 with 18 – 55mm lens + Tamron 70 – 300mm lens.
So no prizes for guessing what I’m going to be playing with this coming weekend.
So for the last photoshoot we headed to the Kibble Palace (Glasgow botanics). The limitations of the bridge camera are starting to get more noticable, I’m just waiting for the DSLR I want to come back into stock (the camera is in, but the bundle I want is still out of stock)
Another from the photography class. The Squinty bridge (offically the Millenium Arc, but no-one in Glasgow calls it that) at night.
Took a drive over to the Whitelee windfarm with the bikes today, for a wee cycle round. It’s an amazing place, with cyclists, walkers and runners all using the paths round the turbines. Since we were last there, they’ve even added some mountain bike trails, but since I don’t have a mountain bike, it’s the unpaved paths we stuck to. (I’m claiming them as off-road, as (a) they’re not paved and are bumpy as hell, and (b) I’ve got a cyclocross and this is the first time it’s been used off tarmac)
Over the last few days I’ve managed to clear out a few bags of stuff that’s been taken to the charity shop (PDSA). I’ve also managed to clear out a load of dvd’s that I’ll probably never want to watch again. These were taken to the greatest 2nd hand record/dvd shop in Glasgow – Missing (formerly Missing Records, in the days before it sold movies) – where I came out with a credit note for £23 and the cd of Blackout by the Scorpions. That’s my idea of a result :-)
It wasn’t all good though. I woke up one morning to find a filling had fallen out, then went downstairs to phone the dentist, to find a text from a work colleague telling me that Lemmy from Motorhead had died. I’ve been going to see them live since 1986, and had (still have) a ticket to see them later this month. They were to be supported by Saxon and Girlschool, and being realistic, with the previous tour having been cut short due to ill health, I thought this would probably be the last tour.
It’s a real shame I never got to see them one last time. At the moment we’re still waiting to find out if the other bands are still going to go ahead and play, or if the whole thing is cancelled.
And so to the new year, where I still want to reduce the amount of “stuff” that’s cluttering up the house and my life.
I’m also about to get a new DSLR that my better half is paying for as a Christmas present. So watch this space for some photos once I pick it up.
Took a walk into Pollok Estate recently when it was a bit foggy. The wee bridge next to Pollok House was looking particularly atmospheric, like something out of a Victorian ghost story.
Earlier this year we went on a trip to Malaysia. When we were in Penang, we took the bus to Georgetown and found some street art. I’ll stick them up here bit by bit.
Here’s the first, enjoy.
Street art Georgetown, Malaysia