A Cup of Tea. A Pen. A Sunday Afternoon.

A cup of tea and a pen, and a Sunday afternoon.  
The call of seagulls filtrate through my bedroom window.  I look outside to spot them and my eyes are instead met by the calm of a clear, white sky.  Lighter evenings.  Longer days.  Spring has arrived and with it has come a new chapter in this incomplete novel of life for which we compose our own storyline .  As the smell of roast lamb makes it’s way up the stairs, I look at my work and remind myself that it’s time to focus, Sophie, focus.

Sunday afternoons are the chill-out time of the week, the time to relax, the time to focus within, to inhale-exhale, to light some candles, to listen to instrumental tracks, to feel at peace.

Every other day of the week is usually so busy, so frantic.   Our time to reflect is lost in the constant movement and pushed further and further down our list of priorities, below the likes of ‘create that spreadsheet‘ or ‘buy those train-tickets’.

But Sundays.  They make me think about everything that’s really important in life.  Family.  Friends.  Life experiences.  Travel.  Adventures.

Sunday is the day when all the negative things in life become irrelevant.  A day to let go of our worries, a day to acknowledge and walk away from that which is holding us back, a day to shelve any anger and a day to forgive.  The horizons in front of you are broad and bright when the body is free of negativity and full of love and passionate desire.

Sundays are for getting nostalgic for the past but excited for the future.  A day of appreciation and anticipation.  Fond memories twinned with the birth of new dreams.  New targets and ideas.

A sense of exuberant spirituality.
Life is here and we are living it.

I love them all, on Sunday afternoon.

Happy Sunday, my friends.

Song of the Day:  Jean-Michel Jarre – Computer Weekend

A classic piece from the French master of electronics.  One of my favourites for a Sunday afternoon.

“Follow Your Heart”

I received a lovely surprise gift from my parents today.  A silver-ring into which are inscribed the words, ‘follow your heart’.  I’m sure my parents wish that somebody else was buying me a ring…you know, somebody nearer my age with an xy chromosome who wants to spend the rest of their life with me, but that doesn’t matter, because those three words around my finger have never seemed as important to me as they do right now.

I believe that if we follow our hearts, we will eventually always end up exactly where we want to be..or at least, somewhere in the vicinity.  The journey may be harder.  We may trip on plenty of stones along the way.  There’ll probably be tears.  There’ll be times when we look across the central reservation of the motorway in envy of the nice, shiny cars zipping along in the opposite direction whilst we sit in the lay-by, sipping coffee from a thermos flask and waiting for the AA to arrive and fix our punctured tire.  But whilst we wait, at least we can look at the road ahead and know that despite the potholes, every metre we transcend is a metre closer to our dreams.  If we were to follow our heads, no doubt there would be a helpful bypass or two en-route, ones that could make our journey that little bit easier and faster, but once we were to reach our destination, would we even feel pleased to have arrived there or would it just be considered a means to an end?

One of the biggest dilemmas in life is knowing whether to choose between your head and heart.  When the two are in conflict, it can be very difficult to make any decision at all.

But for now I’m going with my heart, simply because it knows what makes me smile, and even if it takes me down shady back-alleys and across bridges constructed of frayed rope and damp wood, at least every single step will have a purpose, a step closer to the dream.

It is down to us to firstly believe in the things we want to achieve, and then take the steps to get them, even if it means taking the riskier of the two routes.  No worthwhile lessons were made from the things we already knew.

Song of the Day:  Cults – Rave On

Fresh, anthemic indie-pop talent from Manhattan.