I got a new computer. So..even though I’m clicking a lot of pictures; I have to install the camera processing etc on the computer..and. I haven’t got around to doing it yet. Still, I feel compelled to write, just write.
I went out for a day trip, and it was a nice, peaceful trip to a farm which had shades of everlasting green and pops of colours- yellows, lavenders, pinks and purples and sunny oranges. Love it. The worst part? I forgot to pack my notebook that I carry around with me practically everywhere…and I didn’t think of carrying my little art sketchbook at all. I was just so bummed…here in this beautiful place with the breeze, the fresh smell of grass, cats and florals..and I didn’t have any of my ‘tools’.
Due to a lack of planning? Maybe, yeah. And some of that blissful ignorance. The trip was planned pretty fast, and I just found out we were going to a ‘farm’ somewhere far, far away. How was I to know it wasn’t a dingy, brown red terrain with squelching mud and rows of crops? It was green and clean and flowery and modern. Yup, it was a modern farm, which specialised in seed production and natural products. No nasty chemicals and fertilizers lying everywhere. It was more like a green resort- and back to the point- I love, love sitting down in nature and writing down ideas and plans and just notes about anything that’s on my mind.
Yet here I was, without a pen, book or anything to note down my thoughts. I suppose I could have asked a farmer (or the interns roaming around-yes, modern farms have interns too) but then I thought-
Sometimes things happen for a reason. I’ve been working pretty hard the past few weeks, with my pen and paper at hand pretty much all the time. Maybe this had happened so that I could just..relax and get inspired. By not thinking about any work related thing. At all.
And I didn’t think about anything. I didn’t even take the sneaky way out by writing notes on my phone. So over that. I just walked around the different plants that were growing, snapped pictures of flowers and trees looming high up in the air, picked cherries and played with the friendly cats and dogs in the farm, fed rabbits, watched ducks waddling, cows ploughing the golden brown fields, drank lemonade and picked and avoided ants getting in my food.
It was good, to say the least. And sometimes, really not thinking about something is the best way to get inspiration for it. I’ve been spending so much time on my phone and computer lately and today, I practically forgot about them. (Except, of course, I’m typing this up now on the computer. But I’m not just surfing.) And it was great to not think, just feel that inspiration is there.
And that’s kind of inspiring.