I started this blog to share creativity and to have a platform for my writing and photography, and though it's meandered into a lot of different directions, I feel that I want to, when I can, take it back to its roots. So if I'm scribbling poetry in notebooks on train journeys to work, it feels right to share those words here and to challenge myself by letting go a little bit and not taking the process so seriously. I can be quite a self-conscious person and I want to feel slightly free-er and less 'embarrassed' to share, and talk about, poetry, and other things like self-care and meditation and creativity and spirituality. Somehow those things sometimes feel juvenile, or as if they'd elicit a snort or raised eyebrow from people who know me in real life (it feels though, that the 'blogosphere' is more accepting and supportive). But that's me - these things are part of my life, and it would be inauthentic to pretend that they're not.
With that in mind, here's my latest train scribble (in type form of course), accompanied by a photo I took on a forest walk a couple of weeks ago that felt like it fitted.
If you're not a fan of poetry or this kind of post then I do not mind at all - feel free to check back in for something different over the weekend. But also, big love to those who have read this and are supportive of me changing things up a little once in a while.