Night At The Library

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 Last weekend I went and stayed at a Residential library in North Wales. 

I needed the uninterrupted writing time far more than I realised.

After a quick lunch in the restaurant, Food For Thought, I climbed many stairs to the top of the large house where my room was.

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Number 33 – The Angels say:

Angel Number 33 is a message from your angels that any positive changes or projects you are considering right now will be well worth your while, and you will be assisted in the undertaking.

Angel Number 33 gives you the courage to live your life with enthusiasm and optimism, safe in the knowledge that you are well blessed, loved and supported in all that you do. Live your life with joy, passion and purpose as this will manifest your true desires. Be prepared to expand and increase your spiritual development and awareness.  – Joanne Sacred Scribes 

After realising that the view from all three windows of my room was of a graveyard (Can never get away from My Mediumship, even for one night!) I sat on the bed and started writing poetry like a woman deranged.

Before completing a Masters in Creative writing, writing my words down in poems was like therapy to me.

Instead of keeping a diary or journal, I wrote poems that were so raw and vulnerable that I could never look at them again.

At a recent poetry workshop that I ran in collaboration with University College London, many students asked:

“When did you first start writing poetry?”

I divulged:

“As long as I can remember, it has always been the way I release my emotion.”

Telling the children that reminded me just how much I need to write poetry for good mental and emotional health.

The Masters though wonderful in helping me to write more, took away this rawness.

It made poetry into something that had to be heavily crafted rather than instinctual, it took away my release.

Writing this blog is therapeutic for me, but not in the same way. This blog has evolved as a way to help others – my poetry is a way to help me.

So I sat in my room at the top of the house, below me a spectacular library, and I wrote.

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Later I went to the reading rooms and I wrote some more.

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The next day I woke up and continued writing.

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Though I didn’t sleep well (that graveyard!) I felt cleansed.

Much love Txx

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