morning pages by the sea: 27 july

sometimes I crave for the bravery of writing plainly. simply. not sparing the sleazy and ugly. like a man. I want this for my photographs as well. but then sometimes I have this motherly feeling exactly towards my (slightly) sentimental artistic style. “motherly” means I’m looking from above. it means I say: “I’m here for…

morning pages by the sea: 26 july

I don’t want something to happen and me to suddenly have all mornings to myself. * perhaps it’s true that each illness is a messenger and we kill it before we hear the message (hmm.. or it kills us). * the body isn’t just a package. it’s the avatar of our soul. its earthly shell….

morning pages by the sea: 25 july

my pulse is tick-tocking. could the clock have been inspired by the human heart? * Florence and my thirst for reading. for diving into imaginary oceans and going out of them, enjoying the drops of salty water slowly evaporating off my body as the feeling from the book wears away. is this life or is…

morning pages – may

3 May Fruit and vegetable stalls begin to attract me. They remind me of markets in Bulgaria and bring me nostalgia for home. However, I already know that’s not a call to return. That’s the trap of Bulgarian summer. Its promise of eternity that can’t be kept. I don’t believe in it like I used…

morning pages – april

April 1 My own intuition tells me to be skeptical about the stories of birth and raising children that I hear all around. Sometimes I feel I know nothing about these things but, on the other hand, I have all the natural capabilities of giving birth and raising a child – that’s (one of the…

morning pages

I love routines and journals. That’s why when I read about the “morning pages” exercise, which includes routine and a journal, I immediately decided it was for me. I began on March 19 and I’m still doing it. I don’t remember how exactly I came across it but I got inspired to try it thanks…