Writing, for me, has long been a form of relief, of self-expression, of putting thoughts, feelings, people, places, scents and tastes onto paper to give them some sort of form in the physical realm; to take them from shapeless forms moving around in my mind or heart (sometimes both) and putting them into a form that I can make sense of.
Sometimes I write about things that sadden or frustrate me; sometimes a long walk alone will spark a question that leads to more questions and I’ll write those down. Sometimes I’ll ask ‘what if’ and think about the answer in writing. Sometimes I’ll just write about my dog. But always, I write about things that move me in some shape or form.
Below, I share a few of the things I’ve written over the years. As is almost always the case with initial work, I find myself picking at my own writing from several years ago, but I leave it here nevertheless because it points to the starting point (or at the very least, the beginnings) of a long, long journey.