On being surprisingly inspirational

Look!

Owen, from no talent for certainty wrote about me having a bath! 😉

“I read a blog post a few days ago that really struck me. Reading it, my mood began to change in the same way the author’s mood changed as she described it along with the circumstances of her evening. Riding a bicycle in the pouring rain for 45 minutes, then the warm bath, the conversations with friends, the TEDx talk — I could picture all of it.

I felt like I was there.

The process by which we move from someplace dark (or damp) to a place of gratitude is one almost all of us know, yet we need constant reminding that such a journey is even possible. So I was very appreciative of that post.”

You can read the rest of his post here.

You can read my original post here.

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Owen is one of my favourite bloggers. Not only does he reply to my jumbly comments, he’s one of the relatively few bloggers who write a consistent stream of posts I like reading – often of the sort where you mutter variations of “Yes. This. Exactly this. How does he know? Get out of my head! That’s not just me? Amen.” as you go. The sort which make you breathe out when you reach the end. The sort where you take a moment to catch up with yourself before you carry on with your day. Posts you feel rather than read.

I am “well chuffed” that he liked one of my posts enough to write about it :).

That he felt like he was there while reading it is pretty much the best compliment he could give my writing. 🙂

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He usually writes poetry, churning out poems faster than I can read them. ‘Churning out’ sounds too flippant, but I have no better word in my vocabulary for the process of posting a new poem every few hours.

This month he has imposed an essay-writing challenge on himself. He is convinced that it’s going to show people why he tends to stick to poetry, but I disagree, I think his prose is at least as fantastic as his poetry. His prose is very poetic though ;).

I suggest you visit him and see for yourselves.