I heard on a radio programme recently that 'poets distil truth'
and it set me on a train of thought about the nature of truth, being true
to oneself and what that entails.
As the leaves fall
the scales fall with them, clearing my eyes and making me finally see that the
time has come to commit to my creative endeavours in a way that
hasn't seemed possible before.
When I began this
blog it was to follow threads of thought and explore the realms of my
imagination. I have never wanted to make it anything other than a happy and
fanciful place in which to talk about the joys and struggles of being a creative
soul. But the last three months have been so difficult that I've stopped
posting and consequently lost my way.
Three years ago I went travelling to reconnect with my inner muse by
walking the land and questing, but time has passed and ‘real’ life has re-knotted
itself. I've woven a trap for myself and
it's time to stop, unpick the threads and start afresh. Being on the wrong side of the fence - running a gallery instead of being the artist, working in publishing instead of getting published - running alongside but not being what I truly want to be, are common themes in my life.
So here I am in
the beginning of the Celtic New Year making a promise to remain true to my
heart, walk the path of my own deep knowing and live more creatively. The
gallery will be closing at Christmas and I am already embarking on the
freelancer’s journey. I hope that it
will free me up to pursue some dreams and explore my own work in more depth through
the numerous projects that have been calling me…
