Writing

I think I’ve been due this for a while. Writing. Arriving here has felt like shedding a shell – emerging to a new gasp of air. A lightness in the mossy forest where the damp surroundings enrich my soul.

Recently I’ve felt pushed along by a treadmill – of my own choosing but not of me. Time to come back. Always off the pace. But then I remember I am the author.

I want a lot of people to read me yes, but I know also I am enough. ‘The more you, the more powerful the speech’ – my therapist once said.

It’s time to drop into that feeling heart. Connected. Authentic. Honest.

Noticing and relaying the music. Pressing my fingers against the keyboard like the Harry Potter days. Touching the bark.

If I just make 10 minutes for this – oh the magic. Not a task to be achieved but swimming in the ocean of my spirit. Time to put on my trunks and dive in.

It feels good to be in cold water.

I love you Ollie