There are many times when I feel that I cant deal with life’s issues. The stress of work, the pressure of having to prove to others everyday, of having to prove to yourself that there’s a purpose to your life, of having to deal with things that to you seem the most important matters in your life, but in the great whoohah of the universe, well, they are as important as the “please keep your feet of the seats” signs.

How do we all , try and focus ourselves away from the mundane tasks that we do, from the problems that we face whether it be with relationships with loved one, or with those that we find when we glance at a passing headline on the Evening Standard.

For me it comes with writing. Right now, I feel at a moment where I need to write to take my mind of something. A blog needs to be a “true and fair” representation of its creator. It needs to have no hidden agendas, no ambiguous meanings but through it, one should be able to create an imagination of who the person is. However for once, I cannot go any further to describe the reason … its not right

So my cure? Writing…and reading. Im on my last chapter on my book, “The Art of Travel”, and it talks about ones need to posses beauty. There is only one way the author says, quoting a famous bloke called Ruskin (no idea who he is!)…to posses it you must draw it, or “word paint it”. Only then do you actualy notice the physiological effects of beauty and you actually notice the beauty of what might just be a ‘blue sky”…he (Ruskin) “recognised that many places strike as beautiful not on the basis of aesthetic criteria - the colours match, symmetry, proportion…but on the basis of physiological criteria, because they embody a value or mood or importance to us”
So in order for me to forget, I get up from my bed and I look at the sky. I live on the top floor of my house, with a view of the whole horizon, encompassing a golf course, trees, telephone poles and right now a sheet of blackness. Being far away from the city centre gives us the advantage of a view of the stars…

I guess that was a factual dead description. It doesn’t explain to you how this unique view makes me feel. That when I look at the half eaten moon, which seems like a torch shining down towards you, its makes you feel a sense of awe that theres a perfect semi circle of light, a whole in the sky reaching to the heavens

…the yellow stars that seem to be of all different brightness seem to be more like dots that unfortunately , in this part of the world are too tiny and infrequent to imagine that they are actually burning hot chemical reactions millions of light years away. Closer to home, theres the dancing street lights in the distance, that seem to give a magical impression that the land is lit up like candles ona birthday cake. Apart from that, theres only blackness, where houses are, there is nothing now. Like a deep hole into the earth. One might never know what it is if daylight never happened. The sky is never really black. it’s a dark purple which melds into the yellow down on the ground. Then finally theres the snakey and more sinister black outlines of the tall trees that surround the neighbours house , itself a dark sploge of emptiness with all its lights switched off. The branches look like veins shooting up into the sky, but thin and starving for life

I could have done a better job I guess..but this surely takes your mind of other things. Also, il never forget this view …even though I must have seen it a hundred thousand times!

So next time…take a look up. A blue sky isn’t really just blue.