I love this time of the Celtic New Year.
Darkly silver branches become agile dancers that ride the winds of change.
I heard this intriguing voice today from a woman who wants to tell her story in my Nano Novel; I’m seriously tempted to oblige her. This voice, inside me, beckons me to follow her.
In this moment her voice is strong, clear and just intrepid enough. I wonder if her voice is so strong because mine has not yet returned. I hope when my voice returns it sounds like it did before. I quite like my voice and I miss it. If one of the blessings of not having a voice is to have her voice appear with great strength, then so be it.
The veil is thin between the worlds today. I am quietly excited.
Blessings and Write well
” I write to save lives, perhaps my own.”
Laure, Aisling and all