friendship

I can smell last nights rain in the grass, as I lay back in the tent my Mum has put up in the garden for the summer. It is cooler today, but inside, the houses still hold the heat possessively.

Things that have made me happy this week, so far,
Tennis in the garden with my nephew
2 pairs of indian shoes for £7!!!
Taking pictures on the roof with Nikki
Watching Alan partridge with Joe
Almost getting booked for a magazine cover
Not having to work a thankless 10 hour day in a sweltering store, with
only a 30 min lunch. (sorry Nikki)
Thunderstorms

Puzzling things
The red headed man with the pudding basin haircut wears his pale blue dress shirt tucked into his eighties running shorts to work out. It is darker where he has sweat through his undershirt. Long dark dress socks, pulled up tight, accentuate the milkiness of his calves. He looks like a history teacher.

more observances...
"hello?,...oh, hi!"
"yeah, yeah....I'm at the gym....I'm on the treadmill"

Further down the row, a man is also on his cellphone, but he is on the bike.
This evening I turn my phone off for 2 whole hours.

My friend wrote this to me, in response to my complaint of the heat
"It is stifling here, its take the breath out of you hot, makes you want to jump in a dirty puddle on the street for some relief."
...And i thought...that's so beautiful...just like she is

heatwave

Monday-gymday
I grab 2 yogamats from the cupboard, unroll them in my preferred spot. On the top mat, something twinkles. Peering closer, I see what it is...a tiny gold jewelled sticker in the shape of a heart. It makes me
inexplicably happy, and the thought that comes to me, clear and loud, is, Love is coming.
I pick it up and put it in my ipod case for safekeeping. Later, I superglue it to the side of my BlackBerry. To remind me.
Love.
Is coming.

It is too hot to sleep. The fan whirs and the window is open, but it is gone 1am and i am wide awake.


Listening to Magic by Olivia Newton-John
John Mayer. Seriously. Call me

new pic

everybody wearing flipflops

The caterpillar bus with the concertina middle, huffs and chugs through steaming London streets. With no airconditioning, we have to rely on the scant breeze from the too few windows.
Getting up from your seat on the bus is always a lurching comedy routine, where you reach from hanging strap to hanging strap like an ape, while the bus halts and starts, often embarassingly being nearly flung onto a fellow passengers lap. The freckled lady opposite me is huge. I worry for my toes.

Sitting on a commemorative bench in grosvenor square I people watch.
Identical twins, grown women, sit side by side, reading, one a duplication of the other, from their spikey red hairstyles, to their red hiking sandals and everything in between. Even the single gold chain and glasses frames match. The left arm tattoos. Bizarro
It has been another good day. I met with a photographer I originally met with, back in Jan, to show him what i'd been up to. Once again, he gave me food for thought, energized me with his constructive critiscism. When I think of the folks that can't even be bothered to return an email, meetings like this, make it all worth it. For that one person out of 10 or even 20, that will respond, it is worth it.

Ended the day drinking wine by the Serpentine river in Hyde Park with my friend Nikki, talking while til the sun retired.

Rediscovering Seal-Where there's gold (beautiful)
Wondering, if John Mayer is single..

the writer me

these are better days

Sometimes, my subconscious seemingly spites me by bringing my past to me in the vivid technicolour of my dreams. On this other side of consciousness I am there, one year ago, and the pain is palpable, the confusion, real. On waking, the shadows of sadness follow me around for most of the day, a feeling I can't seem to fully distract myself from.

In the supermarket, I have in my basket, toffee popcorn, when I really wanted Belgian chocolates, a sugary jam filled donut, and a packet of salt & vinegar crisps. I add some grapes to balance it out a bit. A little boy is wandering and crying. I take his hand and reluctantly leave him at customer service. It makes me want to cry.

I haven't been to the gym in 5 days. The flipside of that, is that this past week has been the busiest, most lucrative, and most rewarding week freelancing, so far. 4 shoots, 3 of them paid. And more coming up on Monday and Tues. Could I really be living my dream? I am overwhlemed that I am.

4 new pics on my website for anyone interested.
Http://www.cherylcorea.com

reasons to be cheerful, part one

The yellow thing is very hot today. I am laying on the floor inside, t-shaped, to cool off.

5 amazing things that happened this week.

1. My parking ticket got waived after I appealed it. Sent in evidence and everything. I SO could've been a lawyer. Or on L.A. Law. :)
2. I got a tax refund after only a week, of just over a grand. Almost $2000 y'all.
3. Went to see a performance called FuerzaBruta at the Roundhouse theater in Camden. It was incredible, like watching a dream, I was absolutely transfixed.
4. Made a profound connection with someone I'd never met before who made me think of going to a yoga retreat in India for New Year.
5. My beautiful, chocolate brown, embossed leather portfolio finally arrived. Sigh....

Listening to
My ipod speakers in the garden
The birds chirping
The wind through the trees
Feeling
Very
Zen