Real Jardín Botánico // Last Day of September

Today is the last day of September. Sometimes time moves quickly and others slowly but right now it seems to make sense. Almost six weeks I’ve been here, six weeks of fresh days and new friends and quiet observations. Of travel and introspection and a lot of happiness.

  

I can feel the ways I’ve changed this year and it’s so much for the better. I think I am more patient and more kind. I listen more. I am able to be alone, and I like it and crave it and I value time to think. I feel I am more in the present, I can so much more easily let myself feel the good things and let the bad things wash over me like waves until they have tired themselves and I am once more at peace.

I’ve been so frustrated with myself in the past for my failure to finish projects, for not making enough art, for consuming so much more than I created. And then at the beginning of this year, I made goals and I started making them happen; I found things that I loved enough to keep up with. I made a blog–and I haven’t written daily or weekly but I do have a place in the internet with a handful of thoughts and photos and when I feel inspired I come here to create more. I have a project–and I take videos each day and if I miss one day a month it is ok, and at the end I put it all together and it makes me happy. I have a film camera–and I love taking photos and I do it, often. And I feel proud of what I make and I feel like I am finding my voice across mediums. I still soak up media, art, places; I listen to podcasts and to people speaking other languages and to friends telling me their stories, and I read lots of blogs and every modern love article and books (oh I love books!), and I look at painting and sculptures and videos and the things that I’ve made myself. And I make more things! And I think more thoughts! And every day I do the best I can to learn and communicate and to feel peace.

  

I cry easily. The things that move me to sadness make me happy to be feeling so deeply, so wholly; I am grateful to experience such a wealth of emotions upon reading and looking and observing, to derive such depth from people and places I do not know. To know pieces of people that I have not met. I like to internalize the external and I find such grace and humility in taking other people’s stories and weaving them into my own.

  

With love on a Wednesday afternoon.

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Cafelito

Sitting on a comfy chair in this place, my favorite café so far in Madrid. The right amount of quiet and cozy, lots of positive energy bouncing around in this small space,. People writing and chatting and and drinking from cups on happy little saucers with warm drinks inside. It’s raining again and here they play quiet jazz with just the right amount of brass, good for these drowsy days.

I wrote my friend Sarah an email this morning and I’m hoping to do more of that. It’s a nice way to excise my thoughts and work through ideas and and easy to keep in touch.

I’m trying to practice things, to write often and take photos and strike the balance between seeing and making // listening and talking. My days are often busy but there are quiet spaces in between, in motion and otherwise.