hagakure

Hagakure is the name of an 18th-century book about bushido (samurai philosophy) but it literally means “hidden by leaves” or “hidden leaves”.

Both images are from my trip to Japan in Nov 2018.

This image was created for the Sinful Sunday theme for March (“double exposure”) at which time, unusually, I came up with more than one image that I liked. You can see my first choice here.

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sumer is icumen in

Svmer is icumen in
Lhude sing cuccu
Groweþ sed
and bloweþ med
and springþ þe wde nu
Sing cuccu

Awe bleteþ after lomb
lhouþ after calue cu
Bulluc sterteþ
bucke uerteþ
murie sing cuccu

Cuccu cuccu
Wel singes þu cuccu
ne swik þu nauer nu

(a joyful Middle English song about the return of spring/summer)

Shortly after Eroticon last year, Molly and I met up to do a little outdoor shoot, and I stripped down in the April sunshine while Jaime and Cara guarded the entrance to this public but generally overlooked little historic site.

You wouldn’t necessarily know it from the view presented here, but this was a glorious (if nipply) spring day.

nude figure in front of a late medieval brick wall
Photo by Molly Moore

I shared a preview image from this shoot here.

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arch

The last few weeks, my busyness level has ranged between hopping and frantic. Preparing for a business trip, then the trip itself. Then the aftermath, concurrent with getting ready for an epic flight to visit Jaime, leaving in a couple of days. And now I have a cold because of course.

I’m looking forward to seeing Jaime, but I’ve too busy anxiously putting out fires at work to be aware of the anticipation. Occasionally I get a stab of anxiety when I remember some key time-sensitive travel task, like ordering currency (picked up today!). And now that those work fires are out (well, reduced to smouldering embers to impatiently await my return or handed over to be someone else’s problem), then I can devote my entire brain to being anxious about packing and otherwise preparing for travel. Hooray! *eyeroll*

I’ve not seen much of Wolf lately. His workload has been heavier than we hoped, so even though he’s close enough to come home on weekends, he hasn’t had the time. He did come back two weeks ago for a change of scenery and a proper shower, but mostly so he could drive me to the airport. The airport that’s a 10-minute drive from our house. That’s devotion, folks.

I’ve not heard much from him either as when he’s stressed he goes into extreme hermit mode and doesn’t have a lot to say anyway. So when we talk, I natter on about whatever trivia is happening for me, and he listens. There’s a distance. Fortunately, the term is over soon and he’ll be returning home around the time I get back from my trip.

I miss Wolf and would much rather that he was here, but even so, there’s a certain comfortableness about being on my own the way I was a few years ago when he was overseas. The devil you know, that’s part of it. But also, being an introvert myself, I don’t mind the solitude. And I have discovered that, for a variety of reasons, I’m not good at knowing what I want — in most areas of my life — so having the mental and emotional silence allows me to listen for my own tiny voice.

As of early this afternoon, Wolf is back in town so we get some time together (coughing and sneezing because we’re both sick now) before he drives me to the airport, once again.

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work in progress

Shortly after Eroticon last year, Molly and I met up to do a little outdoor shoot, and I stripped down in the April sunshine while Jaime and Cara guarded the entrance to this public but generally overlooked little historic site.

After about half an hour in the sun and chill (it was about 10°, which is only warm if you’ve got clothes on!), we piled back into the car and headed to Molly and Michael’s, where Molly then uploaded the photos from camera to computer.

I couldn’t resist the interplay between the lilies and the brick wall on the monitor.

And here’s one of Molly’s own photos from the shoot.

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room with a view 4

I’m in a holding pattern at the moment — while Wolf is working out of town, I’m busy with my own work, keeping myself fed, and teaching my dance classes. I suspect work will get a little crazy as I prepare for a business trip (to a place where it’s currently –20°) followed by a vacation (to a place where it’s currently +25°).

I need the break.

After a night of socialising (bordering on schmoozing) at my college reunion last year. I think I was reasonably charming? But it takes so much energy. Getting back to the room and out of my clothes was a relief in more ways than one.

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lush

The Sinful Sunday theme this week is “double exposure“.

Photo of me from my archive; photo of Japanese maples in autumn from my trip to Japan in Nov 2018.

The self-portrait element was originally published here (almost exactly 4 years ago) as strong light.

I surprised myself this week by coming up with a few images that I liked, including this one.

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room with a view 2

This week started off deceptively calmly with a day off — at least for me, in theory, but the people generating work for me to do were busy all day so all I accomplished was to fall behind. It didn’t help that I had a reaction to some food over the weekend so my energy and brainpower were sub-optimal, and thus I headed into Tuesday with difficulty focusing. And the computer was acting up so I couldn’t do anything. Wednesday, Thursday and Friday have, as a result, been frantic. I woke up early today because of anxiety and was in tears before breakfast.

As of this evening, I’m no longer behind on work but I’ve still got some personal tasks that are getting very stale and I Just. Can’t. Rest. One of the things to deal with is getting the car moving under its own power again after the battery froze. Ten-minute drives a few times a week aren’t enough to keep it functional in the weather we’ve been having, and suddenly my virtue of being almost entirely self-propelled has become a vice causing all manner of hassle. I don’t have the brainpower for any more problem solving, so if there’s any new problems they’re just going to have to wait their turn. (Think that will work?)

I did squeeze in a 10-minute meditation today and I think it helped, and I have a meditation class tomorrow to help me recalibrate. And no one adding to my pile of work over the weekend (touch wood) will also help. Some of my dance folks are coming over on Sunday for discussion and socialising which I expect to be enjoyable but very draining. I’ve told them the start time and the end time and I’m not afraid to boot people out if it comes to it.

I think I can say without risk of jinxing it that, yes, I’m in a blogging groove again, but it’s a struggle to find time to do the writing and, more importantly, the emotional work that undergirds so much of it. I’m managing to keep up with my reading (there’s a reason why my follow lists are short) and replying to comments here (just), but commenting on others’ posts is beyond me right now, I’m afraid, especially given how long it takes me to compose even a simple comment. I’d prefer to contribute a little more social to my media, but for now I’m just going to have to accept blogging at all as a success.

This hotel that’s well off the beaten track houses well-tended, stylish rooms. Unfortunately, the light is stylishly low and it’s hard to get a good photo.

Get another view of this same room in room with a view 3.

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