Learning to Prioritise

Sometimes it is hard to prioritise time, well it is for me. Especially since leaving full time work, each day is different. Trying to keep up to date with what’s happening each day can become exhausting. But it is so important, I hate being late and so I find myself constantly checking my calendar to make sure I have everything in. If anything gets missed being put into my diary it can lead to chaos. But it is more important than ever to remind other people I can’t always do things without notice. It can be frustrating sometimes when people think you can do things at short notice and don’t understand your already booked up. I think that is why sometimes I miss my daily post here; I often give myself the least time to get things done. I still find it hard to prioritise my work above being a mother and wife. I was really happy this week to go and see a lovely exhibition of some work made by  Tina Dempsey at The Harris Museum and Art Gallery , Preston.  I was lucky enough to work alongside Tina in 2018 , and I allowed her infectious colour and pattern to influence me in 20.11.19. Other pages this week have been influenced by the leftovers of other making happening in my workspace in preparation for my new studio move and open day on the 5th December at Higherford Mill.   https://www.instagram.com/p/B4SkHXADvyz/

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All go at number 2…

It has been all go here this week. I was looking forward to the full moon bringing calm. Well that has been blown out of the water! Not had as busy a few weeks for ages, all sorts of things happening. Today’s page (14.11.19) came from me messing with the predictions made by my phone. I think it is quite odd how it generates words , so I wrote them down as it popped them up.

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Time

Time is a funny thing. When all goes well it can fly by. When we are waiting for something important or exciting then minutes can seem like hours. When we are separated from our loved ones it can seem time goes on forever. If that separation is because of death it can become unbearable. A gash is made in our lives that can never be closed. But I believe in time our lives begin to grow around the gap, slowly filling it with new life experiences. It never closes completely, but becomes less obvious, and not as raw.

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Remember , remember…

For many November is a time of remembrance. I have visited many War Commission cemeteries in France, Belgium and Greece. Someone once told me, if you say the name of people who have died, then they are still with you. As I walk through the cemeteries I try and say the names on the headstones, so they are alive one more time. It maybe a bit bonkers, but there are many there who will never have a visitor, I feel that I have at least awakened their memory for one fleeting moment.  I have stood at the Menin Gate and watched as people of all ages, remember the fallen of conflicts , age and ethnicity do not hold back the tears. They flow like silent reminders. We will remember them.

It has been a mad month already we are at 11th and I am so behind with my blog. Today I catch up as I remember.

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