This is a question I am getting asked, in various ways, lately. How come I am suddenly an artist not a writer? (Although actually writing is a form of art.) Sometimes I sense disappointment in the questions, but usually it is simply confusion. The writing isn’t gone, as such. But it is no longer my…… Continue reading what happened to the writing?
I was walking through the mud. Balancing on the more solid strip between two large furrows of sloshiness. A man was walking his dog and had paused to look at the view. I gave him a socially-distanced smile, passed him and carried on walking. But I was aware he was still watching me – not…… Continue reading don’t let the world change how you walk
Breaking out of a pattern of thinking can require a lot of courage. Especially if it defines or guides your life. And it isn’t always possible until you are ready. No one else can do it for you. No one else can make that heart-deep decision. You may need to work through a lot of…… Continue reading breakout