Call to the birds

{I’m back, by the way – photos to come}

While I was at Soul Survivor, my lovely friend Cat ran a creative writing workshop. One exercise she took us through was writing without stopping for a set period of time (2mins) – no real thinking. I have since added punctuation but the text remains the same:

Whatever is the matter when alphabets fly off the moon and cats walk around with cheese? And this sounds so ridiculous… But why do we waste so much time and waste so much breath, and hold so tight to what doesn’t matter? No one really cares about that or wants to jump into the duck pond; people help each other, they hold hands and skip and laugh and cry and they call to the birds and swap presents.

My brain is peculiar.