Walking Mends My Mind

A Publication by Gary @ Blog Fae The Bog

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If you’re looking for a mix of random topics, light-hearted nonsense, and the occasional pointless ramble, you’ve come to the right place.

Welcome back to the next instalment of Blog Fae The Bog. I’m Gaz—a writer, keen poet, habitual journaler, and a general scribbler of any old sh*te that happens to spring to mind.

Fair Warning: Please only read my blog if you are not easily offended. If you are, please read something else! 

Blog Fae The Bog | Ep. 7: Born To Write

Creativity is it in Our DNA? is a question that has no doubt been asked many times before.  Do you ever wonder where your urge to write came from? Was it a trait passed down through your DNA, or was it a creative passion that quietly developed and grew into something more over time?

For me, the answer became clear in the most unexpected way. I didn’t always know that my Mum and i shared this deep-rooted connection. In fact, I never truly realised just how much of a “scribbler” my mum was until she recently passed, and it came time to take care of her house.

A Mirror Image: I did know that i took a little bit of my writing and creativity from my `Mum but never really knew how much alike we were the style and genre I write today is almost a mirror image of my mother’s work, though, if I’m being completely honest, her writing was far more polished than mine ever was—or probably ever will be.

The Marks of a True Scribbler: As we went through her personal effects, her secret creative life unfolded before my eyes. With scraps of paper tucked away here, there, and everywhere, readworthy notes scribbled down on the backs of old letters and envelopes and a beautiful, poignant poem written on a square of kitchen roll, tucked away between the pages of a book.

Unless you are a fellow scribbler, you probably won’t understand. When a creative spark pops into your mind, it demands to be let out. It must be written down immediately—no matter where you are, and certainly no matter what tools you have at your disposal. If you don’t have a notebook, you improvise. A napkin, a receipt, a piece of paper towel—anything becomes acceptable.

Inherited or Learned: Seeing the physical evidence of her sudden bursts of inspiration made me realise how deeply embedded this trait is in me. So, I leave the question to you: Is writing in our DNA, or is it a beautiful habit we pick up along the way?

What about you?. Do you have a family history of writers, or are you the first one to pick up the pen (or the nearest piece of scrap paper)?  Or are you like me, secretly scribbling and hiding your musings from the world, with the hope that one day you will have the confidence to turn them into something real?

As I write this small piece, the passing of Mum is still very raw, and I believe that this gift of writing has been passed on to me, allowing me to process my emotions, clear the clutter from my mind, and allows me to think a little more clearly. 

“Write it down, put it away, revisit it again another day” 

Rest in peace, Mum. thank you for this gift. Keep scribbling on the other side X.

Thank you for reading , stay safe, i will see you on the next episode of Blog Fae The Bog.

Gaz.