Lamplight

Re-finding silence is lovely. I’ve not had a TV for years; I mostly listen to music in the car. My creativity wants alone, quiet time. In time for reflection, there’s space to be inspired, to notice, to take things in, to consider ideas. Rather than morning pages, I mull over questions in evening pages, writing to the Greek gods, guides and angels, asking questions and listening to answers. Who knows who or what makes up the inner guidance, but the practice of emptying my day onto the page by lamplight is reassuringly, soothingly worthwhile.