Leaving a paper trail…

Hello first blog…I feel new and yet not…

The truth of the stitchy matter is that I have hopped and skipped over from my blog of several years – Beeswax and Broomsticks. I love that blog, like my favourite old hoodie, that feels just right. 

Partly this is because my landscape has shifted, and here I stand, not recognising much of the world that I see around me these days. Those small children – grown and gone (sort of). The craziness of home – changed, quieter, rooms repainted and rented out. The patchwork of family restitched, repurposed.

Remember the all black teenaged bedroom?

So what is left? Creative threads, leading this way and that, with me in the centre thinking – whoa! What were the last two decades about anyway? Which thread to follow…

What carries forward – a deepening of the journey I make over and over, from the ocean of the East to the West..now sadly without my furry companion, but with Maud, sweet witchwagon, my home on wheels. 

Holkham, Norfolk
Gwenver, Cornwall

And so the question to myself – because in truth I’m not expecting anyone many people to find me here just yet – is where did you leave off, where do you begin again, what lies here, what is beyond this paper trail that you left, back in 2014 when you just stopped? 

Here’s a good beginning – paper – and pen, because I never ever stop putting these two together in some way or another. I keep a stupid amount of diaries, and that’s a story for another bloggy day. So picking up that trail, and without knowing where its going, I begin…word by word, ocean to ocean, tenuous thought to thought, small footsteps, back to a new version of me…