As I sit here sifting through old paperwork I feel blue. That, in many ways is normal for me over Christmas. For some it can be a lonesome time.
It is funny really, going through these old memories how sometimes I want to keep them and yet have to let them go. Photos of the old me running the London marathon, my photo as I cross the finish line, my time recorded, 3hr 29,14. Old notes from someone I once knew. She was a fascinating woman, a free spririt. In her words she descibed herself as pagan. Her beliefs and ideals different from many peoples maybe, but to be repected. I recall a hot summers day, we were walking through woodland, a quiet place. We came to a clearing, her reverence for the some of the old, gnarled trees there was touching . She seemed unmindful of me and I sat down quietly out of the way as she shed her clothes and sky danced, giving vent to her inner feelings, untrammelled by modern day conventions. Some, I suppose would scoff or mock but to be honest, I was quite moved by it and in a way, priviledged.
Based on some of her beliefs I have written a short story. It is an area I had never broached before but I am quietly pleased with it. Those that have read it have been complimentary. Sometime I will post it to my website and see how the wider world react to it.
Hopefully I will pick up on my writing again. At the moment I lack impetus, so ladies pop over to my website, give me some feedback, some ideas. You can always look up 'brendadawns personal pages' on google.
In the meantime enjoy the rest of the Christmas period.