So.. I've started this new blog. The plan is to post my artsy-fartsy pieces and to talk about colours based off what I have learned and gained from Aura Soma. I may go back into doing random tarot card readings or just post some of my favourite cards on there just because tarot and oracle cards are gorgeous pieces of art as well!
Clickety the link: mainlycoloursandmandalas
So, for those of you who follow and/or visit the blog (not the same thing sometimes 😉 ), you may have noticed a little change. I took the leap and registered this site as a .com, so the web address is now anitashree.com . I did this about a week ago, I think. I’m not too sure, and I’m a little lazy to check my email to see exactly when I did..ha! Some things don’t change. I also registered another blog quite some time ago and named that mainlycoloursandmandalas .
A long over due post, a challenge posted by Linda from litebeing.com, “to celebrate our unique essence and energy, and to embrace our inner god and goddess”. It is called “Celebrate Your Magnificence Challenge”. I came across this blog challenge more than a month ago, 43 days ago to be exact. It was my first day back from an almost 3 year-long hiatus away from WordPress, and Linda’s blog was one of the first few I had visited, and this was the post I plonked on.
Blog awards by bloggers on WordPress is a “thing”. It’s fun, it allows for people to expand their circle of blogs to visit, it can help form friendships or at the very least a passing connection, it can get a little ridiculous and for some it can get a little tiresome.
For me, I enjoy getting these awards because it helps me with putting up a blog post on things that I wouldn’t have thought of and it has also introduced me to some awesome bloggers.
To be honest, I have no idea if I should blame the full moon, the dreary weather or both. I have no idea if it’s just me in a slump. I have no idea if I need a slap to “wake up” already. My mind is in this weird place. It’s not for once, over thinking…yet, it’s not exactly in that silent state when one meditates. My body feels fine. My emotions on the other hand…feels a little dull. Quite dull. Blurry. Not there. But there. As if there is something bubbling just beneath the surface and one small act of I don’t even know what, is going to cause this eruption of…I don’t know what. So, in the spirit of wanting to stubbornly carry on with Nano Poblano because, damn it, I am not gonna quit…yet. Even though my mind says, knowing when to let go takes wisdom and it doesn’t mean quitting…I’m stubborn. Hehe.
Today as I type this at about 7 in the evening, I realise that I may be in deep shit. Well, in the larger scheme of life, it won’t even qualify as anything major. In fact, it’ll probably just make the tiniest tiniest little blip and then disappear. However, in my mind and the way I think, it’s one of those irritating challenges or obstacles sitting in the middle of the road…sitting like a big flabby ugly slimy icky monster, sticking it’s tongue out at me…it’s like that horrible sound when nails scratch across the chalkboard…it just makes me wanna pull at my hair and scream or run away and hide from the world hoping that it disappears…when I know that all I have to do is to close my eyes, take a deep breath, give my mind a pep talk and it will all disappear and things will be alright.
Brida is a book by Paulo Coelho. I bought it quite a few years ago and like most of Paulo Coelho’s books, only when the time is right do I usually reach out for his books. I still have three of his books sitting on my shelf waiting to be read. Brida was one of the “hardest” books I’ve read, because it scared me. I don’t know why, but Brida reminded me of me. And that to me, was scary. I’m glad to say though, that I did complete the book and though I have not gone back to it, it’s still one of my favourites from this author.
I don’t know about you, but for me I was thinking about this post I am about to write when I realised: why is it SO hard to get up and do something that is positive for ourselves but so easy when it’s something not as “good”. For example, why is it easier for me to get up from my chair to go make my 6th cup of coffee but much harder to do so when it is my first bottle of water. It’s like my arse has this love-hate relationship with the seat of the chair. It’s as if when it’s something “not good”, like the 6th cup of coffee, my arse and seat of chair have had an argument and arse walks off in a huff. When it’s something “good” for me, like practicing Qi Gong or getting that bottle of water..arse and seat of chair can’t get enough of each other.
Some of my friends keep telling me that all I seem to do is to either work or clean my room. I agree with the work bit, but you know, I really am not cleaning my room ALL the time. I do admit I can be messy and it really isn’t my fault that this room of mine tends to attract dust like a well..dust magnet.