And all along you know you cannot rest

With Art beating inside .

You had the idea

it felt sexy to receive it

all senses alive

a rush …… orgasmic

now to create it … but …

you feel stuck , you cannot move .

How? Where to go next ? What to do to begin ?

Argh the frustration

why can’t I move forward ? why is it not flowing ?

the questions on loop , suffocating the energy of what needs to come .

Instead you make up reasons why you cannot

and there’s an undercurrent of blame …. society , your family, social media algorithms , money , the intensity of the world .

You make outside your authority

you dull your fire

and whisper to the trees

calm me down

calm me down

it is not the time to create my truth

people are suffering , how . dare . I .

You go back to where it feels more comfortable

where you can’t get it wrong .

You shove it to the back of your belly , but it never quite disappears .

You ask yourself over and over , when will it shift ?

You tell yourself you need the money , the stability . And you do . But at what cost ?

The cost of your creative truth

Even though it will make your blood boil , have you numb with distraction and a part of you die .

You want a break

You want to rest

Leave me alone , you beg .

But all along you know . You cannot rest

With art beating inside .

So dear one

Will you leave it for another day . Week . Month . Year ?

Or will you demand yourself the space , even 5 minutes

to step in , sit in , move in , dance in , sing in

the energy of what needs to come through .

Each day will you do a little bit to gather what she needs.

And mostly

She needs you to get the hell out of the way .

She needs you to make one decision at a time . She needs you to begin , so that she can come through you. No one else but you .

She needs your heart on fire leading the way .

Hello my darlings

Born to be a Wildflower is well on her way . I stepped into her this morning down the beach with my dog, an overcast sky & endless shades of crystal blues . She holds so much love whilst cracking a whip on the back of a horse . “ Fucking hold on and giddy up” she says .

Her purpose is to pull art from hearts .

She is here, feet in the earth . Chest bared to the sun .

Coming through in book form , voice, song , visuals …. And what ever else she asks of me .

Please tell your friends

Cos she is a wild & untameable kinda radical … and you will love her .

Xx