Hello to you,
I’m on the couch cuddled up with the dog listening to Chinese folk music, finishing my lyric sheets. Sun is pouring in and I’m sipping coffee, the action of just doing something and seeing it completed has such a huge impact on my mood. I feel contentment to see my creations come to life. That’s why I’m releasing singles too, it’s not the be all and end all what happens when they come out, just seeing the process through to the end and releasing them has enormous benefits to my overall well being. Stagnation and stalling of your art is close to death to me. Abandoning perfection and leaping feels like real life. Although I have to say, your beautiful responses to my new music make me smile, I read all the comments.
At some point I’ll eat, I’d like to eat one of those huge heirloom tomatoes, deep dark red colour, sliced up fine with rock salt on buttery slices of sourdough. Belly rumble.
One thing about me, I love tomatoes. All kinds. My mum always told me to smell them in supermarkets-no smell=no good.
At my local carboot they sell fresh produce, all colours and sizes of tomatoes, mouthwatering. After routing around for Victorian curios in various bargain bins, I’ll end my carboot trip with a bag of tomatoes. I didn’t know till recently how many variations there are.
At my cottage, in the garden, there is a poly tunnel. I think it might be time for me to start my tomato journey, I’ve always fantasised about growing my own food, maybe now is the time. Any gardeners out there can give this city lass some tips?
I have a day of chores after this. House maintenance. Washing clothes, dusting, hoovering, mopping, hunting for half drunk cups of tea around the house. Dog needs to be walked. Pots washed. I try to reset the house on Sunday. This coming week I’m finishing production on my new single, rehearsing for Glastonbury, studying my scene for acting class, physio, and just, keeping my head together basically. I need routine and order, I need a clean, tidy, functional home. It’s hard to keep it tidy though isn’t it? It’s an endless task. Never ending. I try to think about monks when I’m cleaning, I read this somewhere:
“A monk's day begins with cleaning. We sweep the temple grounds and gardens and polish the main temple hall. We don't do this because it's dirty or messy. We do it to eliminate the suffering in our hearts.”
I have one lyric sheet left on my shopify page, if you’d like it I’ll do it today and send it tomorrow along with the others. There’s only a small number available, lovingly hand written by me. You can purchase the last one here if you like 💌⬇️
https://1d81c2-5.myshopify.com/products/full-bloom-all-power-lyric-sheets
(Just finished this one)
Lots of Love
Ren xxx
Sounds like a decent Sunday. Growing the tomatoes also sounds a good idea. We’ve just got home from our allotment where we have a few in the poly-tunnel. If you’re going to do some this year buy them as small tomato plants. We had to buy a few replacements recently as plants, for some we had grown from seed dies for reasons unknown to us (don’t usually have any problem..)
Enjoy Glasto !!!