It feels a little strange to be on this blog, in this space, typing these words. Time has past, the blog has stood still, waiting patiently for me. I’m finding my way back, fingertips feeling for keys, mind reaching for the words turning in my mind. I’ve had a long break and it’s been long enough.
It’s kind of inevitable that this is the time of year that I would feel the inspiration and desire to start writing again. Autumn is the season I embrace the quickest and firmest with almost overnight changes to home, attire and cooking. At the first sense of change in the air I pull chocolate leather boots over skinny jeans, paint my nails with deep blackcurrent polish, light sweet and spicy scented candles, slowly cook sausages in a pan until they turn brown and sticky, and beat butter into creamy mash. I look forward to the festivities of Halloween and Bonfire Night and to planning Christmas. Autumn, the season of change, blows in on a cooler breeze, curling in and around the trees, the flowers, the earth. There is nothing unaffected by its touch; the animals and even we feel its presence.
Autumn is not the only inspiration I have right now. I’ve been spending a lot of time this summer by the sea surrounded by the English countryside. Time with friends and family, time alone, time to reach inward and time to look outward. I can think of nowhere better to connect with inner creativity. This summer I have been painting the sea with oil pastels, capturing the beauty of my surroundings through my camera lens, creating pirate adventure days (with a three year old, I should add). And I’m very much looking forward to writing and sharing with you once again.
Yes, it feels a little strange to be here. But it feels like I’ve come home.