Where words lead…

There is something about writing anything down that makes it somehow permanent. While the thoughts and feelings may be as fleeting as summer in England, their having been immortalised in print somehow refutes this.

We are all changing, well at least the majority of us are. I once had a friend who would quote your exact words, obstinate in their truth, seemingly blind to the fact that people grow and change. To be held to a single utterance, be it spoken or written is sheer lunacy. The feelings felt and the words uttered, merely moments in time, seeds, real in that moment, seeds that might never change but seeds that might also grow and bloom into myriad possibilities. That a plant came from it does not make the existence of the seed any less real, at that moment in time.

So do words have no meaning? Utter nonsense! Of course they do, each breathe we take has meaning but once we have taken that breathe it is gone, never to be repeated in exactly the same manner. My point, is that we say many things, but we are not any one of these things, we are all of them. Some of those things will hold true for us until our final breathe. Some of them lose meaning the moment they are said. Something said in anger is not always felt in joy, things said in jest are not always meant in sorrow. I am my words but I am all of them not some of them. A fear of being tied to words has stopped me writing them. But no more. I am going to write my words and hope they are read in the spirit I am sharing them. They are moments in time, captured forever. My truth and not my whole truth. A moment in my mind. And Perception cannot be controlled. So I’m just going to write them, and leave where you go with them to you Xx

Made with love from the corks of wine I drank with my friends

The photo is of letters I made for JHubz from the discarded corks of FAR too many bottles of bubbles shared with friends.