Every Sunday in September I’ll be pulling a (virtual) card from the Universe Has Your Back deck and reflecting on it.

I honor how I want to feel

It’s hard to feel inspired at the moment. I started the academic year off with a burst of energy; I applied for lots of second jobs and wrote collaborative poetry with a colleague. I found out that my induction lesson will be on 30 September so maybe I’ll feel a bit more refreshed by then. I joined FemSoc. Bethany Rutter commented on my Instagram:

https://www.instagram.com/p/CEr3yrGltiY/

I got a grade eight haircut (one inch) with a two inch quiffy bit. My partner’s going back to work tomorrow (in person) while I’m still working from home. It’s quiet.

I finally discovered focus music on Headspace. It’s good.

And I read a blog post on blackandthemoon.com about tarot mistakes and it made me think of my own creative practice. I’ve particularly noticed when I look back at my blog that most of my posts this year have been a few sentences; and it’s true that I haven’t felt connected to my words in quite a while.

Every Sunday until September I’ll be pulling a (virtual) card from the Universe Has Your Back deck and reflecting on it.

The key to prayer is to forget what I think I need

I hoped to hear back about a research post I applied for this week. I was unsuccessful. But I got an unexpected call on Thursday from the college I had planned to join in September, they are considered running the counselling course again. I think, if it runs, it might be worth thinking about.

I spent this afternoon setting up a computer I was gifted last week. I am thankful.

Every Sunday until September I’ll be pulling a (virtual) card from the Universe Has Your Back deck and reflecting on it.

Energy flows where my intention goes

This weekend I intended to get back on my exercise bike. I did five minutes of cycling and then I got distracted. I had cut up a few pieces of material last week and the colours were playing on my mind a lot. I was wondering about ways I could weave my weaves together. Then I had an idea for my final year project so I started sketching and working out my weaving plan for the next twenty months.

Originally this post was going to be my penultimate affirmation card reflection. I was nervous about returning to college and university, so I thought this series of blog posts would keep me centred during the application process. I decided to extend the series until October.

Every Sunday until September I’ll be pulling a (virtual) card from the Universe Has Your Back deck and reflecting on it.

I am unapologetic about what I desire and trust that what I focus on will grow

Yesterday I cycled fifty miles on my exercise bike. I started mid-morning and had achieved thirty-five miles by lunch (the longest I had cycled in a day). I took a two hour break for lunch and then started up again. But I just couldn’t seem to keep up momentum. I stopped at fifty miles and had some dinner with my partner. As I was resting I started feeling dizzy and fell asleep. I woke up at eight o’clock and had to admit to myself I was too ambitious. I feel a little disappointed in myself and intended to do the other fifty miles overnight.

But then I realised it would just be better to do it at another time. I beat my personal best.

Next week I’ll find out if I’ve been shortlisted for a research fellow post.

Every Sunday until September I’ll be pulling a (virtual) card from the Universe Has Your Back deck and reflecting on it.

I am the dreamer of my dream

Between the heat, the hospitalisation of a relative and my first week back at work I felt so ready for this weekend. Yesterday I wrote an email to Tom on my identity as a poet. The theme of identity gives me a lot to unpack. Although I would like to consider myself a creative/artist/writer/poet I feel reluctant to say it out loud. I had been reflecting on identity in my latest OCA module Arts & Environment. So when I heard from Tom again I felt it was a good time to think about my identity as a poet; particularly why I find it difficult to admit to writing poetry.