Ostara has just been and gone and we are well and truly into the swing of spring – a time of rebirth and new growth. Buds are bursting through the soil, flowers are blooming and the bees are getting their jiggy on. There is no better time to emerge from the chrysalis and look back over the debris of what I had been writing up until now… sigh. With growth comes the necessary death of what came before; as the bud bursts through the rich soil the seed is broken and returned to dirt. Thus, as I have grown as a writer over the last few months, some of my writing needed to return to the dirt, if only for a while, so that new writing could emerge.
Part of me is writing this because it is a post I needed to read a few weeks ago. It is a…
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