Bjutifulllll!

I'm writing this blog at that lovely time of the evening just before it starts getting dark, just before twilight, the time of day when one's mind is bound to drift off into dreams and "abstractions", as Keats would call them. Wherefore all this meditation, I hear you asking in a mighty thunderous chorus? (there I go again, repeating myself). Well, I'm in a good mood. A very good mood. I had a wonderful day, which is not what one would expect exactly ten days before the much dreaded exams. The day started horribly enough. I woke up feeling all serene and happily sleepy, in the comforting belief that since it was Saturday morning I could just switch off the alarm and doze a little bit more to my heart's content. Yet, the recollection that I had a three-hour Education and the Law lecture gradually sunk in, and it was accompanied by a sort of collective dismay about all the little disappointments I've experienced lately. Nothing tragic or heartbreaking, mind you, but all those little things that keep letting me down. Anyways, with no time to brood and sulk, I just leapt out of bed, showered, dressed and ran out of the house. My bad mood seemed to have been somewhat shaken off and, thanks to Wendy's company, the yellow JOVI crayon and the notes on Byron, the lecture passed pretty quickly.

After lunch I tried to have an afternoon nap, in the hope that it would help me study better later. However it was more a state of half-sleep than a real nap. Which was oddly enough connected with what I was to study later. John Keats. Apparently linked to world of dreams, half-sleep and the like, I'd read. And how! I hadn't read any one of his poems, since we just started them about three weeks ago in lectures. But as soon as I started reading 'Lamia', I was truly captivated. Keats thought that Art should only be made for Art's sake, for Beauty's sake, and dear me, his poetry IS truly beautiful and not heavy in the least. At the same time, it is not flimsy and is still somehow rooted in the depth of our reality. So, you can only imagine what this did to a hopeless romantic dreamer like me. I'm not romantic in the sense of red roses and diamond rings. I'm romantic in the sense that I can sit in an average bedroom in an average house in the middle of an unremarkable village like Fgura and still get all dreamy just by seeing the curtain (very old and faded by the way) being blown inside and outside the balcony door. In times of such stress and cramming, it is heartening to be reminded that what one is studying has value beyond the exam paper (and exam grade :-s). That obviously put me in a very happy dreamy mood and I spent my break from studying drawing flowers, taking pictures of flowery cloth for my mobile wallpaper and, guess what?, listening to Hopes and Fears by Keane. And now I'm back here finishing my blog. (I had to stop to study what I planned). I hope I made you want to read Keats (please do! the world would be such a better place if we all read more poetry!). In the hopes that I did not bore you to death, I shall bid you farewell! Good Luck

Take care
Lizzy
xxxx