We celebrated my husband’s birthday with two friends on an October afternoon just before twilight changed the world and plunged us into the dark of a complete lockdown that carried on right through the night of long winter months.
The landscapes of my external world became smaller, restricted, whilst those of my internal world expanded into poetry. I am certain that the beauty of the changing light and the sea outside my window played a considerable part in keeping me working and keeping me sane.
I carried on writing though I did not finish the book I had intended to put out before Christmas. Instead I shelved it temporarily, giving the inspiration time to breathe, replanting it like a seed in the soil of imagination, where it developed a few new shoots and even a new title.
At the beginning of summer, my cup is filling with enthusiasm again, as my project is once more enlivened in the light of the rising sun. Next time I meet up with the other 5 people in my writing circle we shall be outside in a green growing garden, instead of peering at each other’s faces in little boxes on Zoom. Now don’t get me wrong, Zoom has been a marvellous tool for staying in touch during lockdown, but I find virtual meetings a poor substitute for the company of real live people interacting with each other in an earthy space. A simple pleasure we once took for granted is now something to appreciate and celebrate.
May summer bring you new energy and enthusiasm.
AT DAWN AND TWILIGHT
THOSE MAGIC IN-BETWEEN HOURS
WHEN THE WORLD CHANGES
The collection of teen and tween fiction, poetry and reflections by Iona Jenkins, author, writer and poet.
"Merlin's path is not quite plant power ... but then you have always known that Gabriel. If we are successful, then the next part of your boy's destiny will unfold as it should. The island that was lost will again be a special place for the Order of Lumen and he will have a major part to play in achieving that. I will teach him to walk between worlds and he will learn easily, for Nard's blood flows strong in his veins. The Sisters of Arian taught me, though I had to work hard to create a good portal... but then, you know my story."
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