I adore the image of "soft white feathers coming out of the person’s mouth. Yes, if we could all think this way then goodness would weave into everything, I'm sure. Thank you for your words this morning, Prue. Always lovely to catch up with your writings.💚🙏🏻🌱
It's the WORST - and I somehow knew you would know. Which helps immensely! Perhaps creativity and The Beast must go hand-in-hand ... future KnotsintheString blog topic ...? xo
I think creative spirits are often beset. It unfortunately goes with the territory. All we can do is find the best way to manage it all. A lifelong task. I still think you need to write for Substack...
Thank you Prue, so much - and, yes I will re-think Substack yet again. The new Notes feature has provided further intimidation but ... I do appreciate the nudge.
I remain fascinated that just when I need to read the right thing it somehow appears for me. And, your 'Featherings' post is perfect for me today. I just loved "Uriah Heep shamble" - so perfect, so clever -and naturally, I too love birds and would like to educate myself further. I have been feeling a bit root-less lately, a bit hopeless and frightened of life which usually happens when I find myself without the anchor of a routine - but Emily Dickinson and that haunting yet heavenly music at the end beckon to me, encouraging me. Thank you so much Prue! So glad I found you and your writings.
About 3 weeks ago, I had run out of stitching projects and I need to stitch at night - in the way some might need a cigarette or chocolate. It anchors me. I felt quite anxious until I had a cache of three projects to tackle for the year. I should be able to sit with hands folded calmly in my lap as I watch evening TV, but not so for me.
It's perhaps also why I need the discipline of turning up weekly for Substack, which also anchors me to the novel-in-progress. Win-win. Take care...
I adore the image of "soft white feathers coming out of the person’s mouth. Yes, if we could all think this way then goodness would weave into everything, I'm sure. Thank you for your words this morning, Prue. Always lovely to catch up with your writings.💚🙏🏻🌱
When I think of the hours wasted being anxious about nasty words! If only I'd thought of feathers years ago!!!! XXX
Or, for me, simply "when I think of the hours wasted being anxious" LOL ...
I concur. Anxiety is the bane of my life...
It's the WORST - and I somehow knew you would know. Which helps immensely! Perhaps creativity and The Beast must go hand-in-hand ... future KnotsintheString blog topic ...? xo
We are kindred spirits, Sue, without doubt.
I think creative spirits are often beset. It unfortunately goes with the territory. All we can do is find the best way to manage it all. A lifelong task. I still think you need to write for Substack...
Thank you Prue, so much - and, yes I will re-think Substack yet again. The new Notes feature has provided further intimidation but ... I do appreciate the nudge.
Breathtaking writing, Prue. Saving this to read again and again.
A beautiful post! ♥️
OMGosh! Really? Honestly Rebecca, you have just made my day!!! Huge thankyou's!
Wonderful words Prue, I'll try to remember the soft white feathers coming out of someone's mouth. Such great words.
Thank you, Libby. I must practice it much more, myself... XXXX
I remain fascinated that just when I need to read the right thing it somehow appears for me. And, your 'Featherings' post is perfect for me today. I just loved "Uriah Heep shamble" - so perfect, so clever -and naturally, I too love birds and would like to educate myself further. I have been feeling a bit root-less lately, a bit hopeless and frightened of life which usually happens when I find myself without the anchor of a routine - but Emily Dickinson and that haunting yet heavenly music at the end beckon to me, encouraging me. Thank you so much Prue! So glad I found you and your writings.
It's a pleasure .
About 3 weeks ago, I had run out of stitching projects and I need to stitch at night - in the way some might need a cigarette or chocolate. It anchors me. I felt quite anxious until I had a cache of three projects to tackle for the year. I should be able to sit with hands folded calmly in my lap as I watch evening TV, but not so for me.
It's perhaps also why I need the discipline of turning up weekly for Substack, which also anchors me to the novel-in-progress. Win-win. Take care...