Now Autumn's fire burns slowly along the woods and day by day the dead leaves fall and melt. (William Allingham)
October. Cold air. Leaves turned. The hours of darkness exceeded those of light. A new season arrived and brought a flood of emotions and chaos with it.
Tension within a few relationships. A haunting memory from the past. Financial woes. A new health diagnosis. It was obvious my creativity was quickly shrinking away in the midst of these burdens.
A month later and I'm emerging with a lot of words ready to spill out on the pages of my journal and in this space. My creative soul is finding its way once again.
Expectations and demands from others? Set ablaze. Excuses? Gone. Self doubt? Turned to ashes.
I'm aware of how much has burned away and what remains. I have a renewed vision and focus after asking myself some soul searching questions. Where do I find my voice? What makes me come alive?
Photography. Holistic healing. Stories.