Life gets pretty fucksy at times. It’s hard. It’s not always what we hoped for, not the way we dreamt it could be. I like to reference Dave Grohl, guru of all literary types, when he said “You just fucking play the hand you’re dealt.” That’s all we can do, right? So, I don’t have much time for writing, and that makes me feel a bit weird. I process life by writing so not writing means, perhaps, that I absorb a lot of what’s happening without dealing with it in my usual way. I’ve been looking for other ways to stay strong and finding enormous solace in nature. Look at the sea. The moon. Stars. Trees. Flowers. These are the things that help me breathe. And the Prosecco. Hoho. Anyway, I took a couple of photos/snaps in Worthing and they are pretty damn gorgeous. Thought I’d share.
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| Worthing sunset |
Sara Crowley 
Beautiful, beautiful pics! Keep breathing. Sending you a big hug. x x
These are gorgeous. Sorry to hear life's tough. Big hugs from me too and a teeny tiny reminder of that laughter in the Arvon kitchen… Remember?xxx
Thank you, Tania. XAnd yes, Jenny, that laughter is a special memory for me. X
the pics are fab sara. but hope things work out so that you can get back to the other stuff too, like writing.
Stunning sunset, Sara, but in the words of (George Michael?! Shite, thought it was someone with a bit more edge!) someone: "Don't let the sun go down on you"! I get the need to write, but I know you can tick along when you have to. It's all going in, and when the time's right, it'll all come out in the words.
I'm coming to these photos late, but they're still gorgeous 🙂 Just stunning, thank you. I hope you're doing better. Watch the birds too. The birds help. xx