Dear Readers

I don’t know if it’s the season but I’m suddenly very focused on growing. The blog, the garden, me.

I didn’t know, when I started this blog, that I would write a novel and in such a short space of time. As you can imagine the book is and will remain a priority.

I’m looking forward to the day when I can share excerpts here, release the first chapter for download, to publishing day and to sending it out in the world but in the meantime what of the blog? What of the fb page? I’ve definitely been neglecting the blog for a while but my fb page gets a lot of love. What do I do with those? What do I focus on?

And then I wonder about you out there. Do you miss the way it used to be or do you like being on this crazy journey with me?

For me, I like this journey. It feels right, it’s so calm, so easy. Everything is going in the right direction, I just need to stay awake and go along.

So now while the pull to the book grows stronger I hold off, for not very much longer. I can’t wait to get back to it. Do you know what I miss most about writing the book? I miss losing myself.

You know those moments when your’re so caught up in something you forget your’re living? You forget yourself. There’s no greater feeling.

In the meantime I’m aiming for more. I’m an addict for higher living, greater expression, stimulation, learning, feeling, exhilaration, fear even. I’m saying world that I can take it it, give me more

This week  more writing, more original content, and by that I mean more of my photos, my words and short blog posts, here or on fb or both.

A few days ago I wrote two, short little blog post posts on fb, each one a few minutes of work borne of sudden thought and inspiration. The reaction was overwhelmingly positive and very engaged, much more than the blog is so I think I’ll do more of that kind of thing, more speedy bursts of thoughts and writing that give no time to an editor.

Will it be perfect? No, far from it but there’s only one way to be better…work more.

The aim remains, to create, to lose oneself, to dedicate, to grow.

Now that the lilacs are in bloom I took a cup of tea into the garden in the night to feel the riot growing. The air’s thick, a heady haze of birdsong and of sweet scents, white thorn, lilac, herbs and perfumed rose, new shades of green and rain soaked clay under my feet.

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2 thoughts on “Ramblings…”

  • I think the crazy journey is very apt for your blog and readers! I don’t miss the way it was because I don’t think it was ever any different. Love the lilacs, ours are actually lilac in colour and I love them too but the white is very striking.

    • Aw thank you Joanna, that’s so nice of you to say. Maybe it’s just evolving as it should, I just like to analyze everything. I have a dark purple lilac as well but the white’s my favourite 🙂

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