After a month or so off Instagram and Facebook

(apart from brief forays into Instagram to check on a business page)

My taste buds have improved

eyesight sharpened

heart descaled

A new Instagram account was begun last night

(starting from zero got nothing to lose)

(I apologise if you now have that song in your head)

but that is what life is to the artisan being

lighting candles and weaving threads

that song that you can’t get out of your head

pictures that keep flashing on the consciousness

and words that drop as you read them

creating feelings

that’s what I want to do now

but have actually always done

to document how it feels to be human

I am now curating my new feed (don’t like that word) to be inspiring

rather than confusing

which is how I had begun to feel

with my old account.

And it’s what happens when we try and suit someone else

instead of ourselves

our social media can turn to marketing for publishers

and that’s fine

but this isn’t what inspires me when I pick up a camera

or write a line of poetry

Photographers | poets | writers | artisans | real humans

not marketing

is who I want to follow

My own postcards and letters will tell of how it felt

and what I remembered | and want to remember going forward

And I’ve pre-loaded a few photos that mean/t that to me

love, heart, and the passing of time

but really

it begins

with this journey

My new handle is https://www.instagram.com/groundwaterpublishing/

Follow if it feels right

so I can find you in the falling light

to track

human moments showing that we can not be replaced

because the experience of life can not be replaced

by ether

And if this feels rushed it is. I need to close my laptop and finish the packing and get out of here and onto the road. But it also feels right, so I’m glad I followed the impulse last night.

Header photo: Shearer stamps the bales of wool.

It sort of feels like that.