Who am I , where was I ?

Who am I , where was I , the last few days passed in a haze and that's how you know you've had a good time in Amsterdam. What I love about going there is that there's something different to discover each time, after all, there is a lot to do apart from the obvious. So this time we decided to give ourselves a little education and go and check out some galleries and museums. I've never really been one for art, but I was completely taken aback by Van Gogh, when I saw those paintings something just moved me deep inside and at last I understood what all the fuss was about. I could have just gazed at those paintings for hours , particularly the landscapes and flowers.
Other memorable moments included seeing some huge bloke pass out in a coffee shop, and eating the world's most expensive stale, awful doughnut (£2.50!). We also discovered the most tranquil garden in the grounds of the Biblical Museum, where we sat and contemplated for a while.
I do love strolling along the canals, it always seems so quiet and peaceful, sometimes it's as if you're not even in a big city. On our last afternoon we took a cruise around the canals and it was a wonderfully relaxing way to see all the sights, Gerald even fell asleep for half of it.
So all in all, we had a great time and to come away feeling that had really gained something from being there was an added bonus.

The blog is back

The blog is back, the veil is slowly lifting and inspiration to write is returning. "Where have you been?" I hear you gasp, "What's been going on?" Well, the truth is, I'm a bit of a fruitcake really, like all creative people. I started to get anxiety attacks , this was all brought about by circumstances that occurred at the beginning of the year which threatened my security, and even though nothing happened to me in the end, I started to wake up every day with knots in my stomach. After a few hours this would get even worse, sometimes I would even shake and feel sick. Anyway, needless to say this was not good for the creative process, even though I did make up silly songs about it and tried to joke about it. One day Gerald said to me that none of it was real and this made me look at it in a different perspective, slowly I began to look at it and started to deal with it. Deep breathing exercises, meditation and healing all helped me, but as it was something in my mind, it was more complex to deal with. To cut along story short, I am getting over it now and I am feeling more like myself again. Loving life.
Will be in Amsterdam over the next few days, can't wait to tell you all about it ....