|I thought that I'd share the following: Owl Eyes, left, my literary inspired owl cushion|
who is incredibly cute, and my advent calendar to prove that I'm not a Lady Scrooge.
Apologies for my severe lack of posts recently! It's nearing the end of the university term, and therefore essays are causing terror with full force. I can't wait to go home next Thursday and spend weeks reading, being cosy, and eating excessively. But right now I'm writing about John Donne, Francis Bacon, and Ptolemaic astronomy. However, it's really not too bad; I've been thinking about what I have to be grateful about, and there are so many things.
- I'm loving Susan Cain's Quiet: The Power of Introverts in a World That Can't Stop Talking. I wanted this book for so long, probably since I first heard about it last summer, and it's been ignored on my bookshelf until recently. It contains so many interesting anecdotes, and Cain has done so much high-quality research. I'll write an in-depth post on my thoughts as soon as I finish!
- It's very cold outside, but the sky can be so beautiful in December. This morning, looking out of the window when I should have been paying attention to a translation seminar, there was a stunning streak of orange as the backdrop to the city skyline. And now, despite how it will start getting dark so soon, it's such a vibrant blue.
- Advent calendar chocolates: posh Hotel Chocolat ones for me this year!
- Feeling so much more free from my past - I'm glad to say that EMDR has worked some magic.
- 5-HTP - it's a natural anti-anxiety supplement that can really stop a bad morning from affecting the rest of the day.
- Beautiful words - the greatest advantage of a literature degree must be the incredible writing that you come into contact with. Here's an example, from Shelley's On Love, that a Spanish tutor drew my attention to last week:
Hence in solitude, or in that deserted state when we are surrounded by human beings, and yet they sympathize not with us, we love the flowers, the grass, the waters, and the sky. In the motion of the very leaves of spring, in the blue air, there is then found a secret correspondence with our heart. There is eloquence in the tongueless wind, and a melody in the flowing brooks and the rustling of the reeds beside them, which by their inconceivable relation to something within the soul, awaken the spirits to a dance of breathless rapture, and bring tears of mysterious tenderness to the eyes, like the enthusiasm of patriotic success, or the voice of one beloved singing to you alone.
I hope to post properly soon, and share some of the lovely literature that I've been reading. Also, I'm thinking about drawing up the pros and cons of EMDR in a post, alongside describing what I've gained from it.
I hope that you are all well :)