the late night run route and the little black book

I wondered if I was starting to get bored of my night runs – same route every other night – street > overhead bridge > busstop > crossroads > coffeeshop > playground > cafe > condominiums > school > busttop > train station > tall hedges > exercise point

It's the same view every time!

But one time while going home and walking by my run route, I can't help but notice some familiar looking weeds. Something I remembered seeing stuck on a wall during the crea residency open studio. Since then I can't help but take more notice of the weeds growing randomly in the grass along the sidewalks. And there is a greater variety of them than i would've expected!

So two nights ago I decided to pick some, partially because they just looked nice and partially because I was thinking of what to do with this little black sketchbook I picked off the Art Friend impulse lane – and I decided I could just fill it with random thoughts and observations.

I was actually really amazed at the variety of weeds and wondered why I never noticed it. I hesitated to pick the fluffy or fuzzy looking ones and in the end, chose on that looked like tiny little white and purple flower buds that have yet to bloom.

I kiaped it in my book but thats pretty much all I did.

The next day, in my reflections, 2 corinthians 12:9 came to me. I decided to pen it down on the page next to the flower - which I realised, had somewhat bloomed. anddd has also become fuzzy. Nonetheless, I still loved the aesthetic of it and it means something because He seems to be speaking to me more through this verse in the recent days.

Today's reflection brought me to think about brokeness. And cracks. And the imagery of the potter and the clay. I think I've recently come to better appreciate the beauty of Biblical imagery more too! And this time, I remembered a picture that seems to paint a somewhat abstract picture of the theme of my reflection > a picture of the rough, cracked tree bark of one random tree that stands along my run route. On one random day, something stopped me in my tracks to awe at the pattern of that particular tree.

Anyway, seems like I finally decided what to do with the little black impulse-lane sketch book.

Fill it with random thoughts, images, things and verses!