Writing, Breathing and Present

Like a crocus emerging from winter, I re-emerge with the sun's light.

Like a crocus emerging from winter, I re-emerge with the morning sun’s light.

I have found a way back into the light. I am writing again and feel like I have been released from a dark dungeon. My crash had been triggered by what I had been writing. The work had become uncontrollable as though the shadows escaping through the words were scattering all over to cause havoc. I wasn’t ready for this story to emerge. Perhaps I never will. And so I sank into a deep hole in the dungeon, a hole I had unconsciously created.

But the sun does come up again. I found a way back into breathing and the will to try once again to say things that need to be said. With this decision, I took up my keyboard and began to write. I borrowed characters from my previous novel, A Small Company of Pilgrims, and re-approached the truths that needed to be told. It will be a story of a psychotherapist (yes, that’s René Beauchemin), a client called Richard, an anima figure (Frieda, also known as Freya in Norse mythology), a mentor-guide as yet to be named, and assorted other archetypal characters. I guess in a way this could become the second book in the “Skyclad Pilgrim” series. But that is yet to be determined. What is important is the fact that I am again writing, breathing, and present in my world.

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