Musings of an aspiring writer
By Anja Kopp-Roberts
Part Thirteen Material
Material can be many things. I often use material from my past and current life, musings and ponderings. Other times, physical items inspire me. By nature, I like to touch. I am touching the bark of a tree. I feel the difference in vibration between an old oak tree and a young Silver Birch. I see and feel the different textures of the bark, the colour, the moss, and the smell.
Beautiful silks and soft wool textiles are used in towels and clothes. Where did the wool come from, and where was it spun and dyed? What type of sheep gave up its wool? There is an abundant of paper, covers of notebooks, rice paper, fine paper, sturdy crafting paper, paper suitable for watercolour painting, paper's surface, colouring, wallpaper, and toilet paper—flowers, food, furniture and so on.
When I look at old buildings, I am often in awe of the craftsmanship, materials used, and tools. And it gets my imagination going. Who was the man who designed Chester Cathedral? Not his name and when he lived, but the person. What was driving him, and from where did he get his inspiration? What did he like and what not?
The other day, I bought a collection of Jane Austin's work. I can't help but wonder who she was. What were her dreams and desires? I suppose we can guess from her books.
When I go shopping for a new pair of jeans, the first thing I do is feel the material in my hands. Is it soft, stiff, stinks of chemicals, or is it of artificial material?
As a writer, my challenge is not having anything to write about but having too much. The blank page doesn’t scare me; it is more a case of running out of pages!
The other day, I found an old photo of my 10-year-old daughter riding our pony, Talula. It opened the door to a time when everything was very different from what it is now—the impermanence of life. The days roll into weeks, months and years. Before my eyes, the years flashed by. At that time, we lived in the countryside with it's pluses and minuses. We were a united family with a dog, two cats, and a pony!
During this period, I have laid the foundation for the life I am still building for myself. Like a phoenix rising from the ashes, I have rebirthed myself—re-invented myself. It is ever so easy to put a label on who I am, like “I am a writer.” I instead state that I love to write, and I do so daily.
Life is constantly in flux, never standing still. How you ride the currents of life is up to you.
I have come to an understanding of who I am and where I want to be. At the moment, I am aligned with who I am and where my current path is leading me. I let go of the need to know how; I follow my heart's callings. This is what the Divine Feminine energy does—less pushing and needing to control everything. The Divine Masculine is required, but both need to work in harmony. I would not have survived the corporate world. It is so far removed from my core that I might have lived on the moon—Kudus to those who can handle it—too pushy, too much masculine energy.
The other day, I was reading a headline, “Doing what you desire is not liberty, " which triggered a reaction within. I'm afraid I must disagree with the headline. Liberty has many forms; for me to do what I love doing is liberty. Am I financially secure and have a six-figure income from it? No, not yet anyway. That is not my goal; money was never a driving force. Of course, I work and pay my bills. But doing what I love and paying my bills easily is liberty, liberation, and freedom, and it's great.
Living a life that aligns with who I am is liberty.
I hope you enjoyed reading my musings and ponderings.
Much love
Anja xx