When you live on an island as small as this one, you learn from an early age where your boundaries end. It’s right there, at the precise point where the blue waves kiss the land. Beyond that is the unknown, the ancient sea, the infinite ocean. We can confine ourselves to these shores, or we can look beyond the horizon. It is the story of life on a small island – the constant reaching out and drawing in, like the waves, like the sea.
It’s the same with writing. Sometimes we have to search deep within ourselves. And sometimes, we have to look beyond the immediate and reach out to that intangible area where only our imagination can take us. I am going through a rather barren phase right now. I am living in a world that is strangely void of words. Sometimes I am tempted to give up. To curl up in a corner till the words land gently around me again, like the salty sea spray.
But I refuse to let myself be defeated. Some advise to continue writing; despite everything, to continue. So I am following that advice. Today, I am not writing about anything in particular, just going with the flow. I think they call it free-writing. And who knows, perhaps if I search very deep within, I will find them again, those lost words. Or maybe it’s time to lose sight of the shore.
Either way, I think it is going to be a voyage of self-discovery.