A Disquiet Mind

You want to know what’s really hard?

Taking first steps. But as I wrote on a Facebook status a while back…

“The first step is always the hardest, though I will admit that the second and third steps sting like a bitch too.”

It does.

Things have not been well in The House of Ren.

Without going into too much detail, I’ve sought out counseling to assist with some issues I have.

Ah, fuck it, let’s go into detail.

I’m seeing a shrink for the following reasons:

I’m angry. ALL. THE. TIME.

I’m sad. ALL. THE. TIME.

I love the world. ALL. THE. TIME.

I hate the world. ALL. THE. TIME.

I like myself. Well, occasionally.

I hate myself. ALL. THE. TIME.

Are we getting the gist yet? This has been me for several years and when I think about it, it’s been that way probably well before my husband was ever on the scene. The problem is that when any little bit of stress comes my way, all of the above escalates to new levels but then… it doesn’t really go back down again. Picture a thermometer if you will. The temperature has risen but the chemistry of the solution has somehow changed and while the temperature goes back down, it never really quite hits zero again.

It stays slightly warmer after each spike.

Being jobless has been the worst thing for me. I managed for the first five months and then I realised as I cleaned out one account of all the savings therein, I was in trouble. Big trouble. Not just for the money side of things but for the stress.

Literally, a volcano waiting to go off.

Well… I exploded – about ten times too many, much to the detriment of my marriage. My husband now sleeps in another room and I pretty much don’t sleep at all.

Oh, major plug for Bourjois Healthy Mix concealer (shade #52 if you please). It hides the circles masquerading as black eyes.

So I made the decision to see the doctor (that awful first step) then see the psychologist (second step – just as fucking painful).

I’d never been to see a psychologist before.

Yes, I’ve had my moments where I’ve called Lifeline to talk to someone (*anyone*) just to let this shit out but it’s a very different experience being in a room with a person you don’t know and telling them everything.

EVERYTHING.

Including why I immediately started laughing as soon as I walked into the office.

Because there IS an actual couch.

And there IS an actual armchair.

And my psychologist looks like a new-age hippy librarian in her patent red Mary Janes and purple stockings and pink cardigan and a top-knot of shaggy blonde hair.

I had to laugh. You would have too.

And yes, she uttered the words, “Tell me about your childhood” which also made me snicker. And then there were tears because my childhood was actually a bit crap.

All of it came out. All of it, all of it, all of it.

I paid $130 to sit on a blue couch and cry for an hour.

Anyway… All that said and done, it was interesting and I think beneficial. It was the first session so I am not really sure. I came out absolutely raw, in any case.

And I get to do it all again next week!

In the interim, I’ve taken up doodling. This weekend leading up to my appointment, I was freaking out a little bit. I needed something, anything, to focus on rather than my deteriorating mental state. So I grabbed my art pens and old sketch book from school and started to doodle.

I literally just went where my brain took me as I refused to think of anything but putting lines on paper. And pretty much suddenly the paper was all there was in the world and the only decision I needed to make was where to make the next line on the page. Just concentrating on putting all the energy I would otherwise be putting into emoting physically into the pen I was using.

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When I finished and looked at it and thought that’s what my brain looks like right now. That’s a four-hour timelapse image of my mind. I know I will do more of these. I fancy having a series of “brain” pictures like this and then letting people guess what I was feeling as they look at each part of the picture.

If you’ve never tried it, give it a go. It’s cathartic and therapeutic in itself.

Bushwalking with Bronagh

Near to where I live is a little gorgeous walking path that runs along a little creek which in turn sits in a little gorge. The gorge itself is only about 100 metres long but as you walk you dip into a crevice that all but hides the fact that you’re walking through the middle of a housing estate.

A couple weeks back, I decided that Bronagh and I would go for a bit of a wander as it had been a couple of years since I’d visited the gorge and I had no idea if it even survived all the construction of said housing estates or not. I was pleasantly surprised to find that it was mostly untouched and the developers had seen fit to leave it as parkland.

So, Puppy and I (and her lovely long 10 meter walking rope) went walkies. I also took the camera…

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This is Bronagh, my Aussie Bulldog. She’s a little bit different from the English Bulldogs most people are used to seeing. That’s her lead rope too. Strong enough that she can’t break it, long enough that she gets a run without me having to run with her. For those curious, no, I can’t have her off lead as a)she does not come when I call and b)SHE LOVES EVERYONE! Unfortunately due to her affectionate boisterousness with other dogs, adults and kids, I have to keep her restrained.

It’s called responsible dog ownership, y’all. There are a lot of idiots around here who have no clue what that means.

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Heading down into the gorge walk…
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A-typical gum tree that you find in Australia. This one is particularly purdy.
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Oops! Someone got a little tangled up in her excitement.
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Doggy photobomb.
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Excessively picturesque. Sometimes I love where I live. Until I remember there’s Tiger Snakes…
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The really pretty part of the gorge.
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“Oooh! Grassy bits!”
Unfortunately Bronagh has this thing about puddles and water and the getting of the wetness. She HATES it… so I was surprised when she waded into some grass growing in the shallows of the creek. She hasn’t quite realised yet….
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“Hmmm, I smell moisture…”
I was just standing there, waiting for the penny to drop (with a splish)…
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“Oh… it’s wet! It’s WET! It’s wet! I don’t like wet!”
Have you ever seen a more worried look on a dog’s face in your entire life?
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“Shit! Shit! SHIT!!”
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The end of the gorge before the path leads back up into suburbia.
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Dog butt photobomb. Again.

Do you have anywhere picturesque where you can almost forget about the rest of civilisation within walking distance of your house? Feel free to comment and hit me up with a link to some pictures. I would love to see.

Ruby and Turquoise Lepidoptera

Had a spark of inspiration today.

I’ve had this necklace sitting in my cabinet for ages. I made it… a few years ago but I was never happy with it. I love the combination of the rubies and the turquoise (both real, thanks very much, none of that dyed Howlite crap for me) but I could never fmind a pendant or centrepiece that I liked. I strung some chunky solid silver beads but it never sat right when I modelled it. So it became a finished-yet-unfinished project.

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Fast forward a few years…

Suddenly Ren remembers she has had a gorgeous butterfly pendant sitting around in her collection somewhere…

Hang on… that necklace!

I dashed into the craft room and pulled out the necklace and the pendant. It had promise. Then I went looking for my rubies and turquoise and ended up swearing at our tin rooster for the next half an hour because I couldn’t find them. I was just about to give up in a huff when I saw that my turquoise had got mixed up with my malachite and my rubies were tucked into a bag with some other red stuff.

ARGH.

So…

I had this.

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Which then became this.

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Turquoise & Ruby Butterfly - Renlish.com

Happy Ren. I haven’t made any jewelry like that for ages. Yeah, I did the necklaces for my sister’s wedding but that doesn’t really count. It’s since given me the impetus to look into my stash and put together some other bits and pieces. I have loads of gemmies and pearls and crystals all begging to be used.

Baby’s Got Blue Eyes

When I saw the absolutely gorgeous “Arctic Eyes” tutorial on Pixiwoo’s blog, I knew I would have to give it a go.

Normally I shy away from bright colours and, in particular, blue, as I found that it can make the shadows under my eyes even darker. Apparently not so with the icier blue colours, as demonstrated by Sam…

Like I said, wow.

Had to try this one out and I searched around in my piles of makeup and found my Coastal Scents/B&H 88 Colour Shimmer palette which had some terribly awesome blues that sorta-kinda-not-really matched what Sam used.

So, brushes and colours in hand, I got to. First I tried a foundation which I have had for a year but never really used… but that was way too pink for my complexion. I am definitely a yellow-toned person. Then I grabbed NYX’s jumbo pencil in Milk to lay down a base because because I’ve found that the 88 palette is quite sheer without something for it to adhere too and I wanted the colour to pop.

(Note to self; Whilst this looked awesome, it would probably be better not to use Milk as a base if wearing this as a daytime look. Just a touch too intense with it.)

Like Sam did, I put down a light blue all over my lid, followed with a darker blue across the lash line, then a darker teal-blue under my eyes and a bright icey colour in the corners of my eyes and blended it all. To tame it down a little, I did sweep some Palladio rice powder in Natural over my browbones because I’d taken the blue up just a touch too far and I was sporting a Christina Aguilera drag queen-esque look which really wasn’t for me. Stoopid hooded eyes.

Then I grabbed another NYX eyeliner,this time one of their retractable varieties in Gypsy Blue which is a fantastic teal colour which leans more towards the green than the blue. Surprise of my life – this shit STAYS ON. Never in my life have I used an eyeliner on my waterline that did not budge. Will be buying more of these.

Then I finished the look off with some random black mascara.. Rimmel waterproof… and some lipstick (Milan by NYX) and some goldish lip gloss (also by NYX).

All in all, I like! Seems I can get away with the bright blues and not look like a corpse. Yay!

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Oops… Self-portrait misfire!
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DAGNAMMIT! Missed again! Camera looks good, though…
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Nearly… you can see how it looks on my unevenly hooded eyes. (Stoopid genetics.)
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Cheese… the colour looks impossibly blue here. I gave up. But you get the idea.

Lurking in Melbourne: Summer Dayze

As we begin Summer down here in Aussieland, I was checking out some photos I took at the beginning of the year and realised there was a bunch that I loved which I never put up.

I really don’t know why I kept forgetting about them but I loved the day I took them.

It was the end of March, still really warm though the heat of the real summer had worn off.  March really is my favourite month.  Sunny days and balmy nights at the best. I was wandering around in jeans and a t-shirt taking snaps around Melbourne, mostly along Swanston Street / St Kilda Road and the Southbank precinct.

So here they are now…

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I don’t know who this guy was but he was so cool and trendy-looking and he just seemed to pose naturally in front of me. Might have had something to do with the big camera bag I was lugging around and not so inconspicuously swapping lenses in and out of.

But maybe not.  Either way, he stood there reading the gig guide for a couple of minutes, unwitting letting me practice rim-lighting.

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Mr Trendy, again, and who I think was his other half.  Still perusing the gig guide.  Mrs Trendy also looked quite cool.  I love this picture. It’s just so… Melbourne.

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Princess Bridge from the Botanical Gardens side.

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Dropping back to my voyeuristic tendendies again… Love the guys on their balconies.

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An artful shot of a seagull.

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Obligatory shot of Eureka Tower. Biggest blight on the Melbourne cityscape.

Very pleased I made it look short in this photograph.

I’m vindictive like that.

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We have giant gold bees in Melbourne. Tourists be warned! Fortunately they only like Eureka Tower.

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Another giant bee.

I don’t know who thought of the bees but as much as I hate Eureka Tower, I kinda like the bees.

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This guy is/was very talented but he was also a real asshat and started giving me grief about giving him money for photos.

Sorry mate, this ain’t India. I snapped this and walked off.

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Two ladies. Park bench. Sunshine. Perfect.

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And where else but in Melbourne can you find a penguin on a bridge playing bagpipes?

Seriously.

Lurking in Melbourne: The Writing’s on the Wall

Union Lane, just off Bourke Street.

Much of the fantastic graffiti which I photographed some months ago has been covered by taggers and rubbishy vandalism. There hasn’t been much of an update for a while, it seems. Having said that, there’s a section of wall that shows a lot of little scribbles from people passing through. Some of them are funny, some of them are heartbreaking, some are poignant, and most are just rude.

Lurking In Melbourne: The Writing's on the Wall - Don't Count the Days

Don’t count the days.
Make the days count.

Lurking In Melbourne: The Writing's on the Wall - You Suck

Yep. And some days I feel it too.

Lurking In Melbourne: The Writing's on the Wall - Fist Me Maybe?

Hey I just met you… and this is crazy…
But here’s my number…
Um…

Lurking In Melbourne: The Writing's on the Wall - Sometimes...

This made me stop. Normally my eyes would start bleeding at the rampant abuse of the written word but…

“You know sometimes, more often than not, I think about dying.”

Translation:
“Fight off your demons. Write songs in your sleep. We love you. We miss you. I love you so much that it hurts my head.”

Lurking In Melbourne: The Writing's on the Wall - Saved the world?

Did he?

Lurking In Melbourne: The Writing's on the Wall - Street Art in Melbourne

If you’re an Instagram user and love Melbourne… (And don’t think I missed the juxtaposition of the “Fuck off” with my watermark.)

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Follow the tumblr!  Consider this a free ad.  PEACELOVEHAPPINESS.

Tell ’em Renlish sent ya.

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Seeya.

The Shrine

It’s been a long, long time since I visited the Shrine.  I had the opportunity last Saturday to have a brief wander around.  I don’t think it will be so long between drinks for the next visit, especially since Allison is coming to visit for a couple weeks and we didn’t get to that part of Melbourne at all.

Anyway, a small selection of the few photos that I took…

(All shot with 50mm lens.)

 

Giants in Stone

 

Checkerboad Grass

 

Angel