As a child attending shcool I wrote essays, poetry and other forms of writing rather dutifully, there was no particular love or hate for writing. The feedback I got from teachers wasn’t exactly encouraging, in comparison I hated maths and loved the bit of chemistry and biology I did and learnt some German which I revelled in for other reasons. History I found stimulating and absorbing, but the general chore of writing to task was dull. The end result was that although my spelling was excellent at the time I came out with a D for my GCSE English, which didn’t inspire me to think that I had any talent for writing or any particular spark of creativity.
However strangely as an adult things changed. I worked as a proof reader for a while and the company I worked for decided to produce a newsletter I felt to write something I wasn’t sure why but went down very well, and it encouraged me to write more.
When my mother was terminally ill I felt inspired to write a story for her which she loved and others who saw I since enjoyed it. To some degree this blog came out of all that.
Now one of the creative tasks I found difficult was poetry and song writing, but lately something rather odd has been happening. I’ve been writing little bits of poetry and possible song writing material, how did that come about. It all started when I visited a man known for his poetry and I really enjoyed listening to his creativity, really appreciated the depth coming out of him, not long afterwards one of my friends embarked on a creative spurt of song writing, after conversing with her and a couple of other friends words started coming to me inspired by the conversations.
I’ve been wondering why now, some of the stuff coming out is quite emotive and personal which I’ve been surprised by. I’m generally not been a big fan of poetry, but what I’m doing now I’m really enjoying it’s stimulating and fun.
I feel as I’m writing I seem to be drawing stuff out of me or attempting to get to the bottom of something, either way the conclusion I’ve come to is that this is exactly it’s purpose to either draw something out or find something deep. whichever way I’m happy to go with the flow and I feel whilst that inspiration is there to grab it with both hands and run with it. So I’ll end with a little bit of inspiration.
Now I’m alert to this creativity spurt, I’ve got so much pleasure by this written treasure, I’ll continue to dig deep, for the words which will speak through this season of time, for I don’t want to bypass this gold mine.