New room, Incense ‘n stuff.

SO EMPTY. Time to fill this mofo.

Today is good.

Winter sun, sketches. 

Tonight, I made my helmet kick extra butt.

I’m not feeling too good the last few bits of time gone so I’m going to type out things that are good in my life to remember and be grateful and happy about.

1. I just balanced two gemstones on my stocking’d knee (see above) it took great skill.

2. My friend Hilary bought these especially for me as a friend-gift. She is beautiful.

Le Fin.

We know how to party.

“Welcome home” rituals.

I dressed up fancy for grandma.

I gave her a cool mushroom I found as a goodbye present, she said I was trying to poison her - I said I never told her to eat it. She then squeezed me to near-death with an anaconda hug. As far as goodbye’s go, t’was pretty tops. I kept the mushroom.

I found my favourite stone!

It’s Fluorite and really beautiful. It’s green and purple and I bought it to help me. I remember, after spending a night eating loads of chippies and swimming, I walked into this shop I walk in a lot without buying with a friend and saw this little guy. I’m not really sure if I believe in the whole vibration things and them being ‘magical’ per se, but I bought it as a reminder that It was time to get better. Make my own decisions and love those who wanted and deserved it, and let go of those who didn’t. I like stones because they feel nice, they have rainbows in them and you can look at them and remember why. I bought this one when I was sick of hurting and wanted a reminder around my wrist that I needed to leave that behind now and love these other people in front of me that were so much more worthy of it. I wore it around my wrist everyday, and still do. My friend made me a little metal cage to hold it in and leant me some cords to tie it. I like Fluorite because it’s special and holds more than one colour. I like that it’s seen as a ‘healing’ stone. Because even though I know I’m the one making my decisions and healing myself, here is this awesome stone on my wrist that reminds me I’m doing so, and how far I’ve come since I bought it a year ago. It’s been on my neck, my wrist, my ankle. On my chest, in my fingers, on my work bench. In friend’s beds. In numerous cities. Tied to bags. Tied to hair. Lent. Borrowed. Lost. And it’s a pretty cool stone. 

Er, $7 for glorious horrible-shade-of-pink woodland animal scarf?

Sold.

So, today was not too pleasant.

But I drew a cool cartoon girl who wishes she was a bear,

And then blew it love-kisses for no particular reason,

and drank lots of coffee. So it’s all coming up, Millhouse.

BURRITO.

On nights like this one,

Where nothing can be said, or done, to ease.

Have a burning hot bath and then turn on the cold shower tap like a waterfall.

Imagine you’re in a secret cave, sit underneath and hum your favourite tune.

You are a pirate, a sailor, an elf, an astronaut.

Then get out, wrap your body like a furry burrito,

And breathe.

Deeply. 

Tonight is my last night in my bedroom here in Brisbane.

To encapsulate my totally contradictory combination of total sadness and excitement (in the most mature way possible) I have drawn a monobrow sad face instead of actually crying or alternatively, writing some weird metaphorical poetry. Seems fitting and much less exhausting.

His name is Fredrick. 

My chest bone place looks different now! :)