Wednesday, 26 August 2015


I rarely get ill.  

If fact, I consider myself very lucky that I rarely get a sniffle or a cough.  However, when I proudly declared this fact at lunch with friends a few weeks ago, I should have known that my off the cuff remark would soon catch up with me.

It started with a little cough, tickly and annoying that developed a few days later into the uncontrollable bray of a donkey.   Then when I ignored it, my body told me in no uncertain terms that I had no choice but to accept the pause and rest.

Lately, my life has resembled a hurricane, with damaged debris being thrown my way and whilst I have lurched from side to side and batted the broken ricochet into some unknown distance I didn’t know my body was paying the price.  But when you go at 100 miles an hour something has got to give.

Through the noise of the howling wind and shouting, I found it difficult to hear my usual flow of words that rollercoasters through my mind I was unable to focus on one of my true loves:  Writing.

To express yourself creatively is one of life’s greatest most precious gifts, whether it is through the quill or the paint brush, it not only makes you feel free but it transcends through your soul and allows you to share your unique creative vision with the world.

Now, fully rested and with a newfound peace of mind, I’ve dived right back in again.

And the words, who insisted on their few days away, have returned as though they had never left in the first place, bestowing soft butterfly kisses on my ears and making me smile once more.

Sometimes, without understanding why, you need to embrace the pause so that you can begin anew and welcome all the possibilities that your life, creative and otherwise, has in store for you.

So, if I could leave you with one parting wish, I would like it to be this, take care of yourself and take a step back, then jump right back in with a big smile on your face.  

I already have.