Do you ever wonder about the timing of things? I literally fell into a folder of photos that had been used in my previous blog a wee while ago, looking through them reminded me how much I had enjoyed the years of blogging, interacting with my readers and the fond memories those photos bought to me. I felt nostalgic and I realised I missed it as an outlet for my expression and ideas. Finding that folder was like a little prod, is now the time. Over the past year I wondered if anyone would still be interested, if I could commit to writing again or would the cognitive issues Parkinson's had bestowed upon me, make writing to much of a challenge. Goodness, even the internet had changed, it seems a far more feral and critical place for those who dare to put themselves out there, than it ever used to be. If I didn't try I would never find out, would I? There have been a number of years between when I stopped writing my previous blog and monthly articles for a pagan network and now. While returning to blog-dom had been on the cards for sometime putting pen to paper so to speak, almost gave me a 'writers block' minute.
“my easel was set up with a pristine canvas, my colours were waiting to do their magic, brush in hand I stared at the canvas for a long time"
It reminds me of when I first started to paint, my easel was set up with a pristine canvas, my colours were waiting to do their magic, brush in hand I stared at the canvas for a long time. It was possibly one of the most difficult parts of my first art work 'breaking canvas' putting that first stroke of colour on the canvas. My art teacher would say, "just get some paint on there, it doesn't matter what it looks like you will be adding to it" How right she was. That has always stayed with me and I often apply it to things I hold back on. It is my desire that this blog will be like that canvas.. waiting for ideas, thoughts,