Where I've been and where I'm headed

The last time I posted on this blog I was in danger of becoming a nomad who went to book festivals and took atmospheric pictures and didn't give a fig in general about what happened elsewhere. Fortunately I have given up on that pseudo cosmopolitan existence and am firmly accepting my self for who I am - a sensible, grounded and hardworking individual who doesn't abide by pretensions.

I've been in a funk for a bit, feeling sick as hell and beyond hope. Slowly and Gradually I'm picking up the pieces and now I feel well enough to work on my life and what I expect to get from it.

I realised something was wrong the day rain made no sense for me. I had always loved the sound and smell of rain - the herald of life and the way it would bring freshness in its wake. I began to see it as tears, tears that I didn't have the strength to let go of.

And gradually it began to take over my conciousness and sense of self. That indescribable feeling that is neither pain nor an ache but just a deep and profound sadness that seems to take up a permanent residence in your soul leaving no room for happiness.

Now I'm ready, ready to begin again, to heal and let myself be - and allow myself to become the person that I am meant to be....