What I Am
I am fascinated with identity – and am INFJ on the Briggs Meyer scale.
This is me: I am Autistic, neuro-divergent. I am compassionate, an observer, a writer, a thinker, and a dreamer. I believe in myself. I’m an idealist and a perfectionist. I’m an artist, with an eye for beauty and elegance. I’m a loner, a star-gazer, a cloud-watcher, a wanderer, and a romantic. I’m emotion and love. I am waves upon the ocean, the wind in the forest trees, and the morning sun resting on your skin. I am broken and unfinished. I am whole. I am INFJ, I’m intricate, and I’m complicated. I am lost and found, and a cliché. I’m an empath, an introvert and a warrior…and, oh, so much more.
Colour inspires me – my writing is punctuated with colour, and vivid.
Everybody has their own rainbow.
Did you know nobody ever sees the same rainbow?
The whole sky is awash with raindrops and you see a restricted arc of sunlight reflected on the wall of raindrops… I once saw it referred to as rainshine and your small arc is your very own rainbow!
An oak spends 300 years growing, 300 years resting and 300 years declining gracefully…a bit like one of Tolkien’s elves!
I have an affinity with oaks, not because I plan to live for a thousand years, but because I suffer anxiety. My tools for dealing with anxiety and panic include an acorn cup, which I carry with me at all times, smoothing it between my thumb and finger allow me to relieve my anxiety – and I can continue living with grace!
There is nothing more awe inspiring to me than staring up into the inky sky at the arc of stars stretching above you and on into infinity.
I am that Daddy’s girl who used to stand with my father staring up at the constellations. That veil of diamond-studded firmament envelopes so many hopes and dreams and possibilities that my soul soars.
However, according to NASA, everything we can see in space, the stars, planets and everything is only 5% of what’s out there – the rest is made up of dark energy and dark matter. I love the mysteries of the night sky!
I am an observer. I write visually, my imagination and my scenes play like movies, and my novels are beautifully descriptive.
I like the small things – they need to be noticed. Every word I write in a novel is important, and is placed for a reason, so I think I’d struggle with a big screen adaptation in case they missed that tiny, but necessary, impression.
I’m possibly happiest with my feet in the water – paddling along the shoreline, kicking the surf makes me happy. Sand tickling my toes, though I hated sand in my shoes as a kid, absolutely loathed it!
West Wales has a realm of glorious sandy beaches to traverse, rain or shine, wellies or barefoot, but I still miss the pebble beaches of Brighton (England) where I grew up. I miss the sound of the sea churning the pebbles, throwing stones at cans and hearing that ‘plomp’ when pebbles hit the water!
Distraction and procrastination are my biggest enemies.
How often are you checking a word definition, quite legitimately, online, and an hour later you’re watching cute kittens on You Tube or pinning post-apocalyptic fashion on Pinterest?
I get distracted easily, but I lose myself in my special interests, disappearing into crystals, crystal grids, space, stars, the moon, and the forest...