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Updated: Feb 17, 2021

I am exploring yet another avenue, but one which I hope will change my whole way of being in the world.  I want to make an enormous leap of faith and simply follow my inspiration on a moment by moment basis, ignoring all thoughts that come up that say it is a ridiculous thing to do!


Over the last few weeks I have been taking time daily to be creative.   This has not been a logical progression – to do 5 minutes drawing so that I can become accomplished in a month for example – but rather a haphazard and random process which allows me to act on impulse and follow what I am moved to do.


A couple of days ago I decided to participate in a writing exercise that had arisen from an offshoot of a writing course I did last year.  I hadn’t written anything formally since then so doubted that I would be able to come up with anything.  The remit was to first do a drawing of negative space around  an object, transfer that principle to a situation or a problem and then write about it in any way I wished .  I chose, as always(!) to focus on my confusion and inability to find a direction or purpose in life that would fulfil me.


I did two drawings of negative space, and then suddenly ‘saw’ the bones of the whole issue – that I was looking from within the problem rather than being the space around it.  And as a metaphor.  So here is the  poem that emerged:


A drawing pin on a map of the world

One tiny fixed point attached to what seems to be solid and true.

Grasping, clasping, containing how to’s, information, must haves.

Piercing the background layer,

mistaking this spear through the heart for security and safety.

String fails, board falls, pin dislodges.

Papers fly free, unneeded now.

No longer a map, but a chasm of space.



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