Yesterday I spent the entire day exploring as a tourist at home in Manchester. The day started off with a water taxi tour along the Bridgewater Canal viewing the canal banks full of street art, and further down the many tents pitched, reminding us of our cities’ homelessness crisis.
After a relaxing and insightful cruise down the canal we headed up to the John Rylands Library to engage in its amazing architecture and magical atmosphere and then wandered upto the Northern Quarter for a bit of street art spotting, followed by a walking tour around Ancoats, learning about the Cotton Mills and the regeneration and construction over the last 5 years or so.
All in all the day made me realise how much I am proud of where I am from and how much there is to learn about this ever changing city!
Here is a little watercolour painting I did today to remind me…
So it’s Sunday late afternoon and I’m waiting in the busy arrivals lounge at Manchester Airport. I’m early so I’m sat facing a not so busy Boots shop, all I can see are rows and rows of products, sun tan lotion, hot water bottles (?!), travel pillows etc the usual ‘necessary’ products…
After 10 minutes or so I’m still waiting and I’m growing bored of the view, I want to see something more so I close my eyes. When I open them I see this…
A little dinosaur wanders past, wearing flip flops, oblivious to the paradise that has now blossomed in the shop, palm trees, butterflies, heliconia flowers and hibiscus flowers in full bloom, and all he’s concerned about is gorging on his cheese and tomato wrap!
What do you see while you wait?
I was looking out of the bathroom window at my deceased grandparents house, it felt like I was in the 1930s or 1940s. It was in the middle of a rainy wet night, the sky was filled with gorgeous shiny stars and swirly shapes and I was loving what I was seeing.
However, as I looked down I was startled to see an angry pig man and a mean looking woman staring up at me. I quickly pulled the purple blind down to shelter from their gaze!
I drew this as soon as I woke up and while doing so began to think about why I had this dream. Dreams are all about YOU / Self and can highlight deep feelings and emotions and offer solutions.
How did I feel in this dream? At the beginning…happy, mesmerised and curious. By the end…Vulnerable, judged and watched.
What I take from this message from ‘Self’ is to carry on dreaming (as I was looking out of the window) and not worry (close the blind) if I see people taking notice (angry pig man & mean woman). I’m never going to please everyone, but must keep being myself doing what makes me feel happy.