For a year I allowed myself to just "be". I let my dreams sit on the backburner and simmer in the distance; a fire that I knew existed but one that couldn't warm me.
I created from a space of simply finding the joy in it.
I painted.
I wrote poetry.
I learned calligraphy.
There was no need to share any of it. The time was for me to connect to myself and to heal properly.
And now, as I step out of my little cocoon, I feel the warmth of my dreams igniting the fire inside me again.
So, here I am, metaphorical pen in hand... ready for action!
