When I was at my lowest I started writing. I dug out the notebook today and I can’t even remember writing some of the things! There are a couple that jumped out at me though, and actually had me shaking my head that I wrote them, so I’ve decided to publish them here.
As I haven’t been picking up the camera I’ve been messing about writing. On one of my walks I was inspired to write this – it’s a sort of poem (I think!)
A safe place, a friendly face,a golden globe of light.A dancing flame that speaks my nameand chases away the night.The shadow is there but there’s warmth in the air,Held in the haven of this room.A sacred hour, a healing power,That helps diminish the doom.
It’s been a mixed bag of emotions this week. I feel like I’m on a wave, sometimes I’m a champion surfer riding the white horses, other times I’m struggling to stay afloat. I have found a new thing that helps though.