
Heather Jansch and her two best friends…
I was looking for some inspiration the other day, (my muse seems to have taken a few days off) and found one of my favourite people on the Internet. Or I should say, I saw a picture of what this woman does and instantly knew who it was. Heather Jansch, that’s herself in the picture, with her beautiful friends Rara and Riverdance has been a source of inspiration for me for a while now. What she creates is truly awe-inspiring, and has the effect of pulling me up by my bootstraps every time!
Heather has twin passions. Drawing and horses. Mine are more like the sea, writing, bonsai, and horses but I digress.
If I had a ‘bucket list’ (and I have thought about it, now I am getting older) horses would be on it somewhere. I would love to take care of, own and ride horses before I shuffle off, and maybe…
We should all have a wish list with every dream we have ever had on it. And now and again it would be nice if one or two came true, don’t you think?
But at the same time, it would be helpful if we had another list. One with all the things we have enjoyed because most of the time, we forget the good times and we really shouldn’t. I have been in the doldrums this week, just a little bit it’s true, and that was why I was looking for inspiration in the first place. Some times, I will do almost anything but what I am supposed to be doing, and that is becoming a problem I must do something about.
Whatever mood I find myself in, dedication and steely determination must be my first port of call. And looking at what Heather creates will help me…
Ah yes, the Procrastination Tango … a favourite among writers! 😀
I probably think too much, not enough doing going on!
I was supposed to have those horses … in my dreams. Every time we went to Chessington Zoo when I was a child I would wish at the wishing well for a horse. I do wonder if I will get a shock one day and open the curtains to see a horse in the front garden and realise my wish has come true, but no means of looking after a horse!
We can dream though, can’t we?