What your eyes can't see
How to find the magic again
My internet has been down for three days.
I can’t help thinking this is a metaphor for my desire for a slow re-entry. The tether to ‘real life’ tasks and responsibilities feels finer than usual. I’m a kite let all the way out, resisting the pull back to the ground.
Over the last two weeks, I’ve given a TEDx talk at a beautiful women’s event, which is about as extroverted as I get, immediately followed by five days away in Cornwall, shut away from the world (and reliable internet) with other writers, most of whom I’d never met in person before.