I have remembered that I have a Blog! In looking at it now I cannot believe it is two years since I attended to it – two COVID-ridden world years that is. Those good intentions in January 2020. Looking back, my words seem quite visionary themselves, discussing survival and the need for changes…
The fact that I have only just returned says something about how the Covid pandemic impacted. Yes, I have been writing, but in frantic bursts as if my life depended on it, as a record of events, messages of hope and desperation, songs of love and calls to arms. The measured daily writing I had planned seemed unattainable, as just when the dust settled and some semblance of normality appeared on the horizon, we were told we must retreat into our homes and await the onslaught. Somehow poetry is now a vein that connects me to my only source of sustenance and I react to the ebb and flow of creativity whenever I wake from my hibernation, before slumping back into the body which craves a cocoon against the uncertain seasons ahead.
All of which is a way to admit, no, I have not written a poem a day, nor submitted once a month. I am holding on to this world in any way I can , just as we all have to try and in doing so I find a deeper connection with the natural world, with the poetry of everyday .
I will write more over the coming months about what I have been up to, but just wanted to note that creativity lives, it thrives and it sustains us all. In these really hard times it may be all we can cling to.