Days like these…
Last Sunday I got to go for a little jaunt in the city by myself and it was so wonderful. Nothing amazing happened, nothing even very out of the ordinary but this time there was something in the air. The sun was shining hard for the first time ages and it felt like a weight was lifting. The chilly city air was thinner and lighter. I wandered down around the Marolles area near Brussels center where the cool indy shops, African art galleries and the antique (and often junk) market of Place Jeu de Balle are. The place was busy but there was calm, it was Sunday after all.
This day I wasn’t rushing with my head down, I was taking it all in. Sometimes I hate the city but this day I love it. It’s mixed up pavements, it’s eclectic mix of people and tastes. I remember this is where my inspiration comes from. This city gives me chances and opportunities and it feels so full of possibility, like anything can happen.
I finally discovered a beautiful little shop in the area called ‘La Frenesie’, a florist/1950’s treasure shop that smells heavenly. This shop was created by one woman with a dream and a vision to make something beautiful in the world. I find myself feeling so pleased for her and started thinking ‘Why can’t small shops and independent makers take power from big business?’ They don’t care about you or me or the people who work in their factories (a sweeping statement I know). Why wouldn’t caring and compassion win over greed and waste?**
If we just take the time to see things for what they are we can find beauty, inspiration and alternative options everywhere. I’m optimistic and for now I feel empowered.
**Internet is everywhere and social media is unstoppable. Despite the recent announcement that Instagram will soon make changes to control what we see and when we see it for what is likely the ultimate benefit to paying advertisers, I’m not worried. We are not fools and no doubt Instagram is not the last hot social media platform to ever be created.