Mimi

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Mood board
Monday Morning Manifest

Waking just before dawn to the church bells ringing —
that in-between hour where instinct speaks louder than habit.

As we enter the last two weeks of the Year of the Snake,
we’re invited to complete the shedding.
Release. Discernment.
Old patterns. Old thinking. Old skins.
And old things.
My attic, crammed with past lives, is finally being emptied properly.
Discerning decluttering — like a yard sale on steroids.
Everything must go!
Truth over sentiment.

I’m remembering the last time I truly did this.
It was a year before I found my current home.
I described it to the letter.
Near Goldborne Road, but not on it.
One flight up. I wanted lots of sky.
A city home that felt like the countryside.
Fireplaces. Plenty of wood. Quiet.
Be careful what you wish for.
Because you get it.

So this time I’m manifesting with precision.
Eyes open. Spine straight.
No shorthand with the universe.
I’m leaving in a few hours for the coast — a gentle recce for what’s next.
It may take me further out to sea, with a trip to the Balearics planned for the turning of the Chinese New Year — the Year of the Horse: a year of expansion, passion, creation, exploration.
In tune with that energy I’ll be off.
The future is fluid and the mind open.
Beyond excited with bounce in abundance.
The kind that lifts you out of bed without negotiation.
Woof

So I’m thinking very consciously about what I want to create
and who I want to become.
My first image is simple:
a writer who lives by the sea.
A life tethered to salt and horizon.
A bolt-hole in London, secured, not clung to. Freedom to come and go.
Writing, photographing every day.
More swimming. Less scurrying.
And to finish — words that feel like a compass, from Anaïs Nin:
‘I must be a mermaid… I have no fear of depths and a greater fear of shallow living.’

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