Permission to wander

Hi fellow lover of letters,

March somehow brought me to my knees – and I’ve heard similar stories from friends, colleagues, clients, and mentees. How has the last month been for you?

A slow emergence from winter, a wild whirlwind of unexpected chaos and exhaustion, or perhaps something in between?

My “regular” writing – promised reflections on female friendships part 2, an interview series & bold things, and updates from the community (a what’s on this month section every month)– will resume soon.

I seem to be in the middle of a season that requires true evaluation: what fills my cup, what fuels my soul, and what’s simply necessary to pay the bills.

This note sums up my internal world (note: I think I meant full in the sense of whole)

But today, on this gorgeous spring Sunday, I just wanted to share a short poem with you that bubbled up less than an hour ago as I was running in circles trying to decide what task to tackle first.

Instead of getting started with the dishes, I grabbed a pen, wrote that poem, and am now quickly typing a few lines for you before heading outside to enjoy the sunshine.

Laundry can wait.

Sometimes, we just have to ride the waves of creativity and follow its lead blindly.

I invite you to join me, forget your to-do lists, weekly errands, batch cooking, or whatever else is calling for your attention – even if just for a few minutes.

Step outside. Listen to the birds.

With love from the Bavarian Alps to you! Carmen xx

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