The last post
It’s the last days of 2016.
9 years have passed since I started writing this blog, in my sunny kitchen in Cape Town, South Africa.
A journey that took me all around the world, into many transitions and processes, back and forth between love and loss, home and away.
Having shared less and less in this space over the last year, I feel strongly called back to this blog now. As if something has come full circle and I need to water the seeds I once sown.
I don’t know yet what this means but I know that this blog is like a box of love letters I’ve been writing myself for the last 9 years, and one day I’ll read through them again with a big smile, realizing how amazing those wild years were.
But now, I feel it’s time to close this box and store it somewhere safe (like my heart) and begin to look forward to the journey ahead.
I’ll be 35 this year. I have a whole new career in front of me, new transitions.
It’s a whole new chapter.
In a never ending book.
I know what you mean. My blog serves as a diary (even if a lot if my posts aren’t ‘things I did today’ posts). Something to look back on in years to come, maybe for my children, too. When my poetry collection was published that was another reminder: each poem in the book reminded me of where I was when I wrote each one, what/who inspired me, etc. I recalled my time in London, Prague, Stockholm, etc.
Oh absolutely. It’s totally for selfish nostalgic reasons we write haha 😉
Oh yes 🙂 And we write the kind of things we like to read. Though, could you imagine in an interview: “Who is your favourite poet?” “Me.” “Big-headed #%.!” 🙂
I came across a comment you wrote on my blog in 2009, a time when I took a hiatus that was meant to be temporary and turned into a much longer one. This year started with me feeling the pull to come back to the sphere of those love letters to oneself and the realization of just how much we grow each year is amazing.
You’re awesome, I hope that your life all these years has been full of positive learning, fun and love.
Thank you dear! Your comment means a lot to me! I’m not active on this site anymore…but to revisit old love letters is always a good thing! Blessings to you! Hugs from Helen
That is true, to revisit and to remember, to smile and to laugh! Hugs to you too