HeyJaredand so, we dance
Poetry, reflections and words exploring... What stories want to be told? How do we fall in love with a dying world? What lives in the cracks between?
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What inspires your writing? (opens the original)
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What inspires your writing? Or your creative practice? You?I could put together a long list, but lets start with some books, eh?I’ve had two inspiring conversations this week about the books, processes and themes that inspire our writing – particularly related to novel projects. The first was with Dan Wood – a strength and conditioning coach and nutritionist for high performing athletes, who is writing his debut novel. As a working class guy from the North East of England who has dyslexia, Dan f
Why do the leaves change in autumn? (opens the original)
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Why do leaves change colour in autumn?Wrong answers only 😈If you didn’t know anything about autumn, winter – what story would you come up with about this transformation?In a circle last Thursday on 'Becoming Autumn', I shared a Finnish folktale about a forest goddess called Mielikki from Morvern Graham's Seasonal Folktales, an
Autumn circle offerings: Quiet writing and ‘becoming’ Autumn (opens the original)
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Summer (or maybe August) fell like a hibernation of sorts, pulling me in and down like winter solstice does. How was it for you?But there's been a shift here in London, as the air has thinned out again and the rains have returned. And I've felt a shift in me too.And there are two types of spaces I'm holding in September and some of October too, which you're invited to join me in, as well as a co-hosted one in November 🫶 🪶 Quiet writing spacesI've been holding these free spaces for over a year no
Let this feather be a wand (opens the original)
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Feathers line my bags and line my pockets. Here, I retrieve one gathered then forgotten, crushed and roughened from its quilled shape, bedraggled threads torn from their smoothed fabric.I knew, deeply, that the feathers of last summer hadn’t been placed in my path just for me. That it was coincidence they found me just when I needed them, my own sense of flight and wings tattered but ready to heal, to go again.But sometimes we need to believe in magic. To feel the enchantment cast. And so I gath
Forecast is rain (opens the original)
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In the quiet hours before sunrise, the air chilled and the rain finally came. Not for long. But for long enough to remember it can rain. In the aftermath, a robin sang their pre-dawn song of survival.And yesterday evening, the starlings also finally came. It takes more than a single shower to heal, more than a single song, gathering, embrace, candle. Sometimes it takes years. Sometimes it never fully comes. But relief, even if temporary, is still a reprieve. I've been trying to write th
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