As a busy mother of nine children,
I have always been an oral storyteller
but fear blocked any forays into writing.
Whenever I started to record our hilarious life on paper,
I wrote stilted mummy drivel.
It has been barely a year since I have discovered
a creative fountain of written words buried deep within me.
Suddenly an idea springs up from my inner self,
initiating a flow of words, assimilated emotions, reflections and connections
that seem to take on a life of their own.
This entire process is joyful and life-giving,
like writing with my fingers, not my brain.