Fall down seven times, stand up eight.
I have thoroughly enjoyed taking the time this winter to explore flow. The way that words flow from me, when I allow them to be unedited and unmanicured, and the way art flows from me, when I allow colours and images to be unplanned and free. To see what is there, no self-imposed rules or masks.
Let me share words this month, as spring arrives with glorious sunshine.
I participated in the #tinysummerpoem invitation set by the English author Beth Kempton. Do you remember that I joined in with the #tinywinterpoem earlier in the year? This was longer, two weeks of ten minutes a day, 14 prompts, no editing – here are some of the poems that caught my path and stood me up and told me that this is something of who I am.
