We all know that the path of life is not a straight one. Learning how to walk it with grace, peace and style may well be the ultimate art. Recently, I found myself sitting around tables and campfires out in the wildest of West Wales at Fforest, drinking and chatting long into the nights with some seriously impressive … More Life, Abundantly.
How do you find ideas? How do ideas come to you? Sometimes, the best thing you can do for your precious ideas is to set up home somewhere beautiful and put a few great things and people in place there, so as to coax those thoughts out into the safe shelter they need to grow. We all have different versions of this … More A New Home
There’s a hum in the air. It’s quite hard to sit still. Anyone know what I’m talking about? Now Winter is wimpering, Spring sings its songs. They sound soft, gentle, a throat still warming up not yet ready for its full vocal throes until the chilly days have fully lost their final breath. After a … More Spaces in Springtime
Now roughly half way through this 100 Days project, I want to take a moment to check in with some ideas that have occurred as I’ve progressed, and the reasons for taking a break before continuing. As mentioned at some point in recent posts, rattling through 100 Days really is a long time to be … More Halfway Down a Long Path
Day 9 & 10 of #100Days project – Carol Ann Dufy & D.H.Lawrence Anyone setting foot on the path of creating—making, inventing, imagining, developing—is saying ‘yes’ to the so-called creative process*. Inevitably, there will be mess, confusion, both silence and noise, and probably fear too. You are a brave and adventurous soul, agreeing to this … More _navigating a ‘creative process’
So here I sit, pondering as I do on the creative process. Process. What a stupid word for the human condition and our expression of it, all beautifully messy and unpredictable. Who thought that one up? Today, this post goes out to anyone who is stuck and feeling a bit brain dead, perhaps (like me) … More _you are not a machine
The most beautiful trip made many years ago now, to a shore as far away from troubles at home as I could go. I still dream of the perfect waves and wonder who turned this driftwood into a sculpture by adding a shell.