New series
I LEFT THE small patchof green outside my kitchen window to its own devices earlier this year. The grass grew tall and dandelions and daisies filled every space. Spiky nettles stood guard like sentries. One morning, I noticed a rainbow chaf nch gobbling the head of a fluf y dandelion and laughed. My little wild meadow, untidy and uncontrolled, was a place of wildflowers, a sanctuary for hungry birds, butterflies and a bounty of bees.
Some days, the words on the pages of my journal resemble that overgrown scene. They tumble down and knot together in no particular order. Moments from my day and an unorganised narrative of thoughts collide from all directions. In the world of expressive writing, this is called wild writing. Write fast. Don’t pause or edit. Write as if punctuation and grammar had never been invented. If something raw comes up, let the tears come and keep writing. Try it now. Set a timer for 10 minutes - go!