This is no ordinary book shop and they don't sell fancy books, magazines, or coffees. No delicious looking muffins or biscuits in fact almost every time I visit I am welcomed by peace and solitude and a place to sit and ponder. Though today there was a very friendly chap whistling a merry tune doing his best to interest me in various folk cd's, did I like folk music, I really ought to give it a try. Then off he went tending the wonderful flora & fauna and left me to wander.
My favourite book shop is in a church. A church with the most glorious grounds, you can browse the second-hand wares and then stop for a minute or two outside on a bench and take in the the sights and sounds of the countryside around.
I have been several times lately needing some space to think, still feeling rather lost and spinning round without any idea whats next. Its daunting and it zaps the energy from me...a plan is needed Without it there is pointless wandering about the place doing nothing and achieving nowt. There are deadlines looming and lots to be done but the switch ain't clicking.
There is a worry that it it is the early signs of depression sneaking back but it doesn't feel a dark place just one thats not decided. Oddly physically feeling better than I have in an age, strange times when everything is a bit of a muddle.
So with a breakfast stashed in my bag, a bit of clickerty clack on my favourite bench pondering and knitting. Nothing fancy just a plain and simple dishcloth, a bit of a morning meditation mumbling away to myself & Margaret who is buried next to the bench and has the most fabulous overgrown wild floral grave...
I did have a spark of an idea though, one that could mean an awful lots of work but would fit in with my third book snug as a bug but one that would mean totally rebranding and moving on from everything that has been to a new look return to my roots kind of plan....I am hoping that its the direction I need.