Grief has no Handles

Surprising myself, I compiled a book of my poetry focused around a period of my life that contained a huge amount of loss. Self publishing feels like an odd thing to do, it is also a way of compiling my work and having it accessible and shareable.

The grief journey transitions us into new lives we never dreamed could hold such memories or feel so empty of the loving presences we once took for granted.

First copy of the book arrived today. Very exciting to see the results of the months of work.

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Clarity

I live and work in a beautiful place with a river and beach and the wild west coast. Having grown up without a TV, as a family we read a lot. This lead to me writing a lot which in turn lead to a habit of writing poetry to make sense of my world. My grandmother painted. Lovely oils and water colours which she encouraged me to try. For many years I did very little, life was not conducive to creativity until came a time when life turned on its head and suddenly I found expression in creativity with the Intentional Creativity method taught by Shiloh Sophia McCloud in her Color of Women training. So here I am, writer, artist, ritual maker showing my offerings to the world.

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