alors c'est moi encore..

With the recent events of... well everything really, I have had the ever growing urge to write but not quite finding the right words to say.

I can be found often frantically busying from one place to the next overwhelmed with a whirlwind of feelings. 

I am always telling myself I need to organise my life but I have come to accept that it is simply a reflection of my inner workings. An overenthusiastic, spiritually frustrated, artistic mess. 

A mess that I need not fight with to miraculously tidy itself as if it were an excerpt from a film about a riveting Disney princess. It is the kind of mess that one should embrace, like a pile of autumn leaves- lie back under their frosty crunch and bask in their motley organic elegance.

The past few months have been topsy turvy and if I were to retell them to you I would think it impossible to find an appropriate place to start, so instead of retelling the tales of my recent past, I instead shall allow it to unravel as it wills with the coming stories of my present.

I know my belated return cannot include the empty promise of regular appointments but it is salted with the sincerity of good intentions of spontaneous and delightful reappearances.

Till then,

 xx