Not everyone gets to walk the inner tracks.
The ones lined with wild things and deep knowing.
Some come heavy-footed,
uninvited but familiar,
saying they love you
while quietly building fences around your light.
Let them go.
Even if their words are soft.
Even if their history is tangled with yours.
This ground is sacred.
It took you years to clear it.
Years to believe you could even belong here.
There’s a reason the little one says
“I do it myself”
with defiance in their jaw
and fire in their eyes.
It’s not stubbornness.
It’s the first flare of self-trust.
Let them.
Let you.
Grow wild.
Grow loud in your own quiet way.
You’re truth is frightening
Even when whispered it stirs hairs
Hackles
Why?
Is not your question to ask
You hold answers
Write them on the page
Notes in neat margins
Things
I
Could
Not
Say
But fully intended
My business computer had to be taken to the workshop and repaired and so I got some breathing by space this week – that’s all we need as writers and thinkers – time.
This year did not go according to plan at all – instead it has felt like an intense lesson in all sorts of things that I am still unravelling.
But creatively it has also been a year of making the best with what I have.
I worked on some writing on my website, on Substack and now here.
Substacks post was about the creative cringe and listening to a different imaginary voice instead – that of our 80 year old self.
On my website, at Ground Water Publishing I’ve created a daily writing practice.
When I returned after a few months away, I realised I’d quietly gathered new followers… and felt terrible that I’d left nothing fresh for them to land on. It reminded me that small, steady presence matters. That showing up — even lightly — is sometimes the work.
It’s difficult to prioritise the creative work when there’s so much important “other” work, but I’ve learned that creativity is both my engine and my fuel. Without it, I slowly lose all sense of where I’m going and become drained.
These last few days of creating — making little movies, returning to words — have oxygenated something in me that forgets how to breathe when I’m submerged in spreadsheets and accounting. I need to keep making that space, because it is holy ground, and only we can tend the sacred places inside us..
Kate 🤗
🫶💕Yassy 😊
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Wonderful work
Thankyou Arun, very kind of you to say
Thank you.
You are always welcome 🙏
Kate, what a wonderful post. as you know, i’m also on substack so my congrats on your milestones reached. you always have a way with words and of course, the media. i am just smitten with the sky. a question: out where you are, are supply deliveries including Amazon quick to deliver to you or do you find that there is a natural wait compared to more densely populated areas? looking at the road you ride on, I could just stay there forever! Mike
It’s the oddest thing with deliveries Mike – I can have some things arrive from Melbourne almost overnight and then other times it takes weeks. I once had an Etsy parcel arrive from America within a week and then other times it’s months – I’m sure that Santa is in charge of the postal system and I’m on a list that moves between naughty and nice on a scale I can’t control sometimes – but the sky makes up for it for sure 😂
i see! either way, i fell in love with that sky as you were riding along the SuperCub. thank you again for sharing such a personal part of your life. it’s why i will make those videos on my site from time to time!
Videos have the effect of bringing life into the internet and I love that about them – other peoples perspectives drop us into another world – I’ve been watching Casey Neistat on Utube, he is so inspiring – and the footage he would have from his life to look back on is incredible
You’ve made extraordinary art with a year that didn’t go as planned. I love landing on your shares. Thank you for giving me so much to think about and appreciate. 💖
My pleasure Michele and u feel the same way about your work and your character which I experience through your posts both here and on social media – the internet gets a bad rap sometimes but how else do threads from the other side of the world end up in each others thought patterns 💕
So beautifully and mysteriously true! Thank you so much, Kate! 💕
Thank you for sharing that. I love your picture. It is nice meeting you. I hope we can keep in contact.
Thanks! 😊
You’re very welcome
I’m grateful that you’ve been back this year, regardless of platform. Your wisdom is a consistent reminder to me of what matters, and to always come back to nurture that inner creativity and try to make space for it. Thank you for your generosity 😊.
My pleasure Yacoob and thankyou for your kind words. I too benefit just as much as anyone from the circulation of ideas and creativity. As we sow, so we reap – it’s one of the upsides of the internet.
Lots of things to ponder here, Kate. I love how introspective you always are; gives me a chance to reflect on my own life. ❤️
Benefits of journalling and long morning walks I guess – a bit less introspection might be better sometimes 😂
Awww…. Hang in there girl. ❤️
this is a beautifully assertive post, Kate; I love it , having a second read; and yes, bookmarking it with the other dozen I’ve collected over the year —
You’re very kind John thanks for reading 💕