Proserpina

The spousal unit bought me a writing desk. 'Oh wait', you say, 'but didn’t you already have one?' Yes I did, but it was our old farm table. We still have it but since we re-vamped the kitchen, we needed it in there. And so now, not only do I write on a new table, but I write in a new room. That’s right. Whilst waiting for my new desk, I used the kitchen table to tap on my computer. I liked the communal atmosphere, so when my new desk arrived, I hesitated going back upstairs to the writing room, which is now a dedicated guest room, so I created a new one.

Inspiration is slow, given the new surroundings, and as you see, the underworld space isn’t broken-in yet.

I’m sure the words will start flowing once they feel comfortable enough to venture out of the mind and onto the screen. Right now, they are a little shy.

Proserpina, in her mysterious connection to the cycles of loss and renewal is the Queen of the Underworld. She is a symbol of rebirth and new growth; new power.

This is my new deepening place.

This is my new beginning.