For the last few years, I have been quietly filling the pages of notebooks and documents with hundreds of thousands of words; devouring books on a range of topics with a fervour I had not experienced since childhood and creating thousands of pieces of art for the first time since I was a teenager.  But I kept all of it hidden away to gather dust and live in the liminal space between the act of creation and the act of sharing with open-hearted vulnerability. The hiding of
