On springtime, failure, & saying I'm sorry
Here it is again. Nope, not springtime. Yes, springtime has arrived on the calendar, but I'm talking about a niggling need to let something go.
Here it is again. Nope, not springtime. Yes, springtime has arrived on the calendar, but I'm talking about a niggling need to let something go.
Excerpt #1 from 2016 Self-Crafted Writing Retreat in Ubud, Bali, Indonesia
I’ve been traveling. Big traveling. Far away and deep inside kind of traveling. Across oceans, past boundaries, down-to-the-bones traveling. And now I am home with a journal full of memories and a photo catalogue filled with images. I want to write and share and process, but I am scattered.
I'm writing a new book! The worn and folded manuscript rests beneath my left elbow, sticky notes and paper clips separating it into segments of I know not what. Have I missed the story?
On inspiration, magic, weight loss, allowing, poo, flying pigs and more. Click a link and discover something new. I dare ya!