For those who know me, know I have a story to write. Ive spoken about it when asked the question ‘but what do you really wanna do?’
It’s been bubbling away inside me for a long time. Decades in fact.
Out of respect, I decided I wouldn’t seriously write anything until after my dear mama had gone into the world of spirit. She will understand far more from that dimension than from this one. And it’s been about 2 years now since that occurred.
So, I’m preparing to make the transition west wards… the first week I’ll stay with my friend Julie and go on her 2 hour ‘women’ walks each morning. She also takes groups out on the Bibbulum Track and I sure admire that. Inspiring others in a simple yet powerful way. They laugh together, share stories and sometimes just by airing one’s problem arises the answer… but they’re connecting which is so very powerful in this day and age.
I’m sure writing a book is going to be a challenge similar to giving birth… amid constant second guessing, should I include that?
I remember one of my writing teachers telling us we should write from our hearts and as though we are speaking to a friend.
I like that, simple, relaxed, funny, enlightening. No big words that I wouldn’t normally use. No vivid clever descriptions that causes someone to pause and wonder what the hell I was trying to say?
AND so, I will attempt to write as if speaking to a friend, in a concise feeling manner… surrounded by my beloved beaches and the beautiful wildness of the south west bush… While walking and climbing mountains and getting quiet…
For, In solitude there is power and I’m eager to embrace that. xx