Someone recently suggested that I should start writing. Little did he know that I was thinking about the same thing. I have often used writing as therapy. I always found it relaxing. Paper and pen were continually my companions. I could express myself clearly and reorganize my life by writing about nature in rhyming poetry.
I remember a particular November a few years ago, when all my life plans and goals, were not going well. I wrote several pages of poetry to the trees and the hills that surrounded me in our village home. I could not explain the feeling that I experienced after. It reminded me of this famous picture of a dove; perched on top of a branch in the middle of a raging sea.
The peace was surreal. I am trying to achieve this again. To get a sense of being centred and find my true north.
It's always my draft 