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



Love, love, love!!! 🧡
I love her already 😍 I listened to the recording and I love hearing your spoken poetry 💛💛