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Woman. Early thirties.

I started to think seriously about my writing three years ago, when I packed up a bagful of possessions and went to travel. Before then I’d always taken photographs but, with this new way of living; the lightness, the lack of money for developing and equipment and the lack of space to carry things around, I realised I couldn’t carry cameras.
More importantly, I saw photography as an observational action and part of my reason for travelling was to try to see and subsequently remove the barriers between myself and my surroundings. When I took photographs I walked through a crowd looking at angles, light, images. With writing I feel the life around me, I run my fingers over the woven threads of others stories…and then I write about what I felt. Clearly I am still an observer; can anyone ever be anything else?  But at least I take the experience into myself first, feel it and live it, before regurgitating it back to paper.


 A woman, early thirties.  A mix of labels.  Numerous experiences.  Soul crushing.  Trancendent.  A change every few years.  Slowly assimilating the internal and external...to become.....what.

Most recently.....
Travelled three years.
Messed about in Spain, had a good time.
Kayaked down the Danube.  Fell in love.  Fell out of love.
Lived in Bulgaria.
Had a mild case of ovarian cancer.
Recovered.
Came home.

Has come to a place where she believes in freedom and balance more than most other things.
But will not commit to a fight.

Where the most important issue is the struggle against personal hypocrisy.  When equilibruim is achieved, only then should other causes be considered.

People say I'm wise.
Others know I'm stupid.
Salient fluff.

A woman.  Early thirties. No children.