I feel better when I create.

Using my imagination makes me feel great!

A place with no limits and no constraints.

Playing around in transcendental state.

Excitement quells as these sparks emerge!

This overwhelming electric surge.

Connecting with my higher energy.

Igniting my natural synergy.

Then I see this symbol of love.

Slowly floating down from above.

A sign that plans are coming together.

A pure and silky bright white feather.

My heart whispers quietly and I carefully listen.

As I co-create this spectacular vision.

Trusting my instincts and my intuition.

Accessing the archives of ancient wisdom.

I feel better when I’m being true.

When I go within I see a new view.

Exploring my imagination makes me feel great.

As I always feel better when I just create.

I Am At My Best When, Writing Stories, Songs And Poems, I ignite with inspiration, from a tiny ember my feelings grow

And yet, the asbestos world I inhabit does not always encourage my thoughts, My ideas, Nor my need for love or acceptance,

Once when I was surrounded by those whom I felt loved by, my desires were made to flourish like wildfire,

Now, though I am still inspired, It is harder to burn through other peoples defences and seek acceptance, For what I am, and yet with self determination and encouragement,

No substance is inflammable To the ongoing flames of success

I Am At My Best When, I Can Express My Literary Creativity With Encouragement From Those Whom Inspire Me

We wanted our genius to last, to continue even if only within us,

For imagination stretches further than despair, and people ignore shouts,

Yet listen to thoughts when they become words,

Sometimes our genius would not speak, It seemed to imitate our inability to communicate with our fellow humans,

So we had to go down routes where rivers of thoughts had dried up,

And were replaced by muddy streams that dulled the future.and sometimes the past,

We remembered how easy our once ideas flowed,

And we yearned to revisit our first path,

For that was what gave us our inspiration,

And made us set out on the path to become what we are,

For we will continue to learn and discover.

Ordered to make ‘something special’

Ordered to make something different

Research led to thinking

Research inflamed her imagination

The design created itself

Fabric bright in colour, light to carry

She places a silky fabric Under the needle of her sewing machine

To create

To craft

The design on paper

To life

She stops momentarily

Her head is busy with creativity

She is eager to bring to life

The creation of fabric to life

To be worn

To adorn a woman who relishes the finer things in life

Prompted by the two words on her initial assessment ‘Likes art’.

I laid out the therapy room With an array of art material

From oil paintings to crayons She entered the room along side me

To explore

She was struggling to communicate

She was having a bad day Where she could not talk

Found it hard to put her thoughts Her emotions into words

Lacked emotional literacy

Until she picked up a paintbrush

Applied it to the canvas To create To craft A world I could see

A world I could now enter With permission

Mend do not break Mend take time to heal Mend live life in slow motion Mend, breathe in fresh air Mend, observe life Mend take time to taste your food Mend empty your head Mend live simple Mend let go of past grievances Mend take each day as a challenge Mend smile Mend accept life Mend strive forward

Read for a purpose Read to decode meaning Read to lead Read to expand your mind Read to enter unknown worlds Read to elicit emotions Read to start your journey with words Read at your own pace Read to show emotion Read to escape from the life Read to reread

Today I have accepted my life That the condition has to be managed not removed I have accepted my life That is ok to be alone I have accepted my life That I need to step outside my comfort zone I have accepted my life Not to over analyse the little things I have accepted my life To smile again I have accepted my life To quickly say sorry and move forward I have accepted That there are areas of my life Where ongoing development is needed.

I heard what she said I liked what she said ‘Embellish your life’ It resonated with me Embellish your life With things that matter With things that you want Leave behind grievances of the past Start new, start fresh Step into a new you Come from a new perspective Find a solution Switch off your mind Breathe Take in your landscape Place on it Your imprint

I wanted to tell my story I wanted to put words to my story I wanted to find pictures to tell my story I wanted to put emotions into the story I wanted to bring characters to life I wanted to shake them all up Allow them to think To allow me to think If someone listens I can write it

We were perfect strangers Who would meet once a week Same time, same place Where I go off loaded my inner thoughts My deep inner fears I am allowed to be vulnerable I am allowed to be a child at times I am allowed to be scared I am allowed to be safe I am allowed to regress into a child Until I could salvage Until I could make sense of xx Until I could make sense of an unkind world I learnt to acknowledge I learnt to hold back I learnt to let go I learnt to be true to myself Until I could walk away Knowing I could revisit Unresolved luggage The next time

I feel better when I am able to… Listen to the voice of reason Rather than the voices in my head. Draw back the curtains to allow the sun to stream in, Instead of dwelling on the darkness within Focus on the filigree of a frosted leaf Instead of picking apart each of my problems. Appreciate the tune of the trees in the wind And ignore the call of cynicism Breathe in the new-mown scent of grass and damp evening rose Walk barefoot on a sandy beach, Rather than tread the stony path of solitude Taste the sea spray on my lips Instead of drowning in my own despair Accept comfort from my friends Rather than twist myself further into barbed isolation. Let you hold my hands and lift me to your heart And I accept that I am loved

I have one chance, but I am living many parts to acquiesce through a single existence. I am many pieces of one society. Many expressions of one face, a million voices, but one imagination. There are many hills, but one mountain, many roads but only one way. Though I walk alone – I am living in one world. To be returned to one grave. I feel better when I am on top of a wave of love, feeling many joys, with only one heart, for one woman. And the river flows through all our veins, the light shines through all our eyes, the music is heard by every ear. I used to be one island, but I am myriad lives, experiencing the same dream. Though I wake and sleep at different times. I feel better when I am one. We are all in disparate pieces, for there are many waters, but one ocean.