Therefore, I was free

I had been so preoccupied building walls to insulate myself that I  hadn’t taken the time to know myself.  So I picked myself up off my ass and started sitting. …and so I sat. As I sat I decided to come to terms with my fears I decided to unravel and unwrap the layers that…

You make me wish I could write poetry.

Originally posted on Claire Cramphorn:
There are two things I categorically can’t write. The first is greetings cards. Each time I’m challenged with one I spend twenty minutes chewing the pen, trying to draft a funny, thoughtful message, only to eventually bail and resort to the standard ‘love from Claire xxx’ – which is often…