Unlocking Your Imagination: Create Your Own Writer's World

​I use the words to change agreements

I use the words to build bridges

I use the words to find and share my voice

I use the words to create belonging

For myself, and others

Hoping we may all know

Although the pictures are different

Our stories forge the universal bonds

That tether us

To each other, as home.

Sat amongst a stack of papers I had long put away, these words jumped out at me from the edges of a page asking to be read. As I did, I recognised them as a pre-cursor to a vision I was defining for my writer’s world some months ago. 

They got me thinking. What had prompted me to create a writer’s world for a craft that seems so inherent to me when I write today?

The truth is after publishing my first book the words slowly began to fail me. Perhaps they needed a break, perhaps I too needed a break. 

But soon I would come to miss them. My body would long for that communion with the  word-full, wise one in me. 

The one who had so much to say and could say it so beautifully.

So I began to seek answers. Why had the words disappeared? And how could I bring them back?

In meditation one day, it became clear - the words no longer felt nourished by the world I lived in. 

My life had become “too life-ey”, nestled between a divorce, learning how to parent alone and wondering where my next wage would come from, they sensed there was no longer space for the spirited frequency they wanted to share with me.

If they were to come back, they said, I would to need re-define my relationship with them.

And so, a carefully crafted writer’s world was born.

It is an awake world with vision, principles and pillars that forge it’s foundation. 

It has guiding values that let me know I am being true to the word.

And above all it lives fluidly in the moment, connected to magic answering only to the call of “what wants to be born through me today?”

It is a sacred world. An intentional world. A world to which I now fully commit myself to.

And in that commitment the words reciprocate by continuing to ease-fully visit me. 

I’m curious, do you have a sacred writer’s world? 

A reason for the words to visit you?

A vision for the words, that in distraction by the daily, becomes the magnetic pull that keeps you connected to your craft.

A supportive space where both you and the words feel deeply nourished?