Starving Artist Ink.

You know how through your life, you are always given a question of 'where do you see yourself in ten years?' -you get it through all the  years of school, you get it in your first job, etc… A way of accessing where you are in the world, or your goals, or…whatever it is. Perhaps to straighten you out a bit, put you on a path-give you a torch to find your way into your world, a pen to help you write your story.

So, I was just wondering… Ten years ago, when/if you were asked that–what would you have said about today? Where would you have thought you would be ten years ago-today.

Ten years ago, I was roaming the hills of Colorado. I was free and my imagination soared. I wanted to be a great many things, from a National Geographic photographer, to a pilgrim migrating on the Oregon Trail. But when I envisioned my future–I always thought I'd be in Washington, living in a house boat–a marine biologist. Studying the whales and wearing wellies. A dog, scottish terrier–to come home to every night. Of course, this changed on a regular basis. But I just knew in my heart that I'd be working with animals.

Ten years later and I'm living in Ireland…as a photographer. I'm not in a boat, and I haven't seen any whales yet. No scottish terrier-but I do have some cute wellies to splash about in. I haven't made it to National Geographic yet-but who knows…

Never in a million years would I imagine that I'd be living abroad-with a husband…my best friend.  Right now I'm in my own-I feel like I'm in my skin and that nothing else would make sense right now. Of course there are things I want-there are the dreams of a big family, the dreams of our perfect house, the ideas of travelling and memories to rack up, the photographs I can't wait to take and the years piling on. But right now, in this space, in this time, in this shell…in this skin I feel good.

Where did you see yourself in ten years, compared to where you really are?

e.darcy

I believe in mermaids…

Okay.. So I never really wanted to get into this-I never wanted to post anything about my own personal political views because really? We all have opinions-and everyone can argue until they are blue in the face of why their opinion is the only one that matters. I think that most people know where I stand, or er…No–they just know that I don't stand there next to them on so many issues…I'm headstrong, and opinionated, and believe that people should always always stand up for what they believe in–should ask as many questions as possible, should learn everything there is to know about their passions, their views, their ideas on the world… I'm all about going against the grain and really figuring out what is important to you, regardless of what the rest of the sheep flock to.  Headstrong–opinionated, but the key to that is being open minded…  To allow some give and take, to look at things from both sides-pros and cons. Like I said… To find out EVERYTHING there is to know before making  your own judgement.

Sigh…

And during these times, when everything is going so poorly all over the world-I am so fucking glad to not be in the United States, to listen to the shit that is pumped out over and over on Fox News or any other biased news source. I am so glad to not have to let all of the poison soak in from media blasting their propaganda… Sure–the election, world economy etc etc is all being played over here-it's right there for my face, for me to read, and witness and understand. I get it-but I'm just glad to not be so heavily involved in the scare tactics of the media.  The difference of what is being played here?–it's actually about the WORLD… that big blue thing outside of the little globe of America.

Does this make any sense?

Anyway… Like I said, I generally don't want to get into stuff like this–not here, not when it's just going to be one sided. When you'll form some opinion on me based on what these words say behind the keyboard. But it just makes me sick.. and scared-because I honestly have no fucking clue about how everything could all change in a matter of months.

Fucking fuck fuck fuck–the embedded video doesn't work. This is the video that I was trying to show you–you can watch it below.

There's nothing like the smell of baking… The warm smells wafting through the house, out the windows… Hearty and comfort all rolled into one. The smell of baking can sell houses, can mend broken hearts, can comfort the home sick, and fill the spot.

I'm not selling a house, I don't have a broken heart…I'm not even home sick (shhh!) but it certainly hit the right spot!

e.darcy

My body aches all over. My muscles–tired. It's good pain, and bad.

The good pain-to feel alive. To let my body work in the sun (without clouds!!!). To Breathe in the cool autumn air and busy myself with yard work. Loads of jobs that were supposed to be done in the height of summer–just…summer never really came. Work that makes your bones and your back ache, but tells you that you worked, you did something, your muscles yelling a bit-and saying 'mmm…this feels right'.

So we were out all day, painting sheds and fences, washing house, and moving rocks and moss and whatever other jobs needed to be done. Sun kissed faces, paint stained hands. Fed warm fresh bread and hot tea… Mmm…

Oh. and the bad pain? Ha! Realising that I'm actually in this much soreness from being so out of shape! Must work on that… Really. Nothing feels so good as getting out and breathing and getting a bit of rose in the cheeks. Nothing feels so good as sighing, and sitting back into a comfortable chair…or bed. or hot shower, after a full day of schtuff.