If I don't write to empty my mind, I go mad. As to that regular, uninterrupted love of writing. I do not understand it. I feel it as a torture, which I must get rid of, but never as as pleasure. On the contrary, I think composition a great pain.

~ Lord Byron ~

The Baldwin Family Cook Book

 My writing and Aunty Kay's hand writing in my Baldwin Family Cook Book.  It was sad when my book of poetry was stolen when I was a young girl, I think I was twenty years old.  I had a book jammed full of poetry I had written up to that time.  They were a mixed collection of a myriad of work I had written from the time I went into Care as a Ward of the State of Queensland.  I had written some amazing stuff but I had no other copies and I didn't remember them to re write these. 

These days I love to write about  spiritual issues when I wake up.  I wake up so early in morning that it isn't even civilized to be awake at that hour of the day.  Its still dark and so I go outside into the yard and look at the stars for a little while and just stare into space.  This has become quite a ritual. Its fun.  Just me and the stars twinkling down on me.   I stare because I have this hypothesis that those twinkles are effecting me on another level I am not physically aware of.  I feel its like they twinkle and my spirit sings.

The Stars looking up from my yard in Urunga NSW.

I cannot explain it any other way.  So as often as possible this is what I do now.  The stars have always been special to me, proof of this in the fact that one of my daughters bears the name Star as part of her Christian name.

After a good dose of space and a hot coffee in hand I then snuggle back into bed to write.  I like what happens at this time.  I like how it just comes from a place I don't know and sometimes its even insightful to others as well as not just to me.  Sometimes I think its because I stared at the stars.

   

Images @ Eminpee Fotography