Springing back into action

Welcome to Spring.

Or, in the 72 micro-seasons of the ancient Japanese calendar that I learnt about this morning, we have made it to the season of Sparrows start to nest.

Either way, I have pulled my allergy medicine out of the cabinet and bought a few packets of tissues in preparation of the beautiful flowers and their enthusiastic attempts to throw pollen directly into my eyes.

I do actually love Spring, but, alas, it has yet to return that affection.

I haven’t been blogging over the last week or so. I think this is because I have been frantically writing words elsewhere – my children’s novel, my morning pages, my counselling essays, other artistic projects. Also on the few occasions I have sat down to write something for this blog, I have found myself pulled away by the tide of life, dragged off in a different direction*.

*usually towards the fridge or the sofa. Once or twice to a wine bar.

I thought I would make an effort today, as we enter a new season, to come back and offer a little wave to the blogging community.

Hello! What has been inspiring you recently?

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For me, it has been a book by L. S Dugdale – The Lost Art Of Dying. It is an interesting, sometimes quite intense, exploration on modern medicine and its impacts on ‘dying well’. The book delves into historical and religious death practices and how they can help us accept our finitude in a modern world.

Yes, I greeted the season of birth and growth with a book about death. You can’t say I’m not consistent!

See you next time.