What is My Truth...?

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…