Wholehearted

Every morning, outside my tropical Bali window, gardeners sweep up leaves that the trees have dropped overnight. It's a daily ritual that keeps the place clean and tidy, and prevents any buildup where unwanted creatures could lurk.

Like trees, people shed freely and constantly too, except, it seems in corners of our minds where we hang on to old stories and assumptions that harbour all manner of unhelpful creatures.

I’ve come to see daily writing as a way to sweep out the corners of my mind. What’s yours?

Go Boldly!

Jenny