“Conversations from my Duvet”

A super rapid tour around friendship with two amazing women at uni. We were a trio. We held each other in all sorts of storms. This is a fast exploration into how, despite the strong bond that we had, I felt the only value I added to the friendship was ‘the entertainment’. This entry lifts a lid on a theme which I carried with me as an insecurity for a long, long time.

Delving back into my original love, how it felt and what it meant and all the points that we met up through my life again and again and again - like reminders (hey Soph, I’m still here, remember me?) Why didn’t I go there then? What is meant to be at that point? I suggest not, there was other learning to be done - but whenever it resurfaces, it has new meaning and I pay attention more and more. Nothing is accidental. The healing has commenced.

When you allow yourself to dream back to what you loved as a child - can you allow those dreams to permeate to ur NOW reality? How can you make them relive into the adult you have become and the child you always have been? And then......maybe think back to moments in time, situations, things people have told you - that make you feel warm, however silly they may seem to the outside world??

When you have stuff to say but you stop yourself because you tell yourself it’s rubbish and not worthy of even writing it for your own eyes... and you just keep on writing anyway, well done. You just showed up for yourself.

Day 1 of getting into the commitment of sitting and writing. Sitting and writing. Even though I’m tired. What wisdom could possibly come from today’s offering...?

An untold story of childhood imagination. What if it were true that I came from a different planet and that I was here to gather as many people around me to help save our Queen, our mother, who is in grave grave danger? How beautifully that this should be so apt right now, in these here times...