Sunday, 29 July 2012
I like swirls - especially when they are sugary and on a cinnamon bun. These are more meditative (although one could argue that consumption of cake is the same thing!).
I've been reading about the power of the labyrinth. I was going to talk about these relaxing alternatives to finding oneself lost in a maze. However, by the power of the vine, I have instead been swirling of a different nature.
There is something equally therapeutic about swirling around the kitchen, music pumped up incredibly loudly on headset (don't want to wake sleeping child or annoy other half who is performing his own meditation on the shrine of Arsenal).
This swirling journal page has numerous quotes about finding ones way, but I have lost interest in them. I am instead immersed in sound - expensive sound. It makes a difference.
Posting for Inspiration Avenue's swirly theme and Sunday Sketches.