Today I share a little about my life as a writer and how it feels to live in sentences. Perhaps you can relate?
Thank you for listening.
With love,
Alice 🙏🏻
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Slow Into The Seasons by Alice Elgie
The Confetti of My Mind
The Confetti of My Mind
Reaching for words: the life of a writer.
Slow Into The Seasons by Alice Elgie
All these words are either handwritten or slow-typed on my 1963 Olivetti Lettera 22 before being recorded for audio. They offer an insight into my life lived between a narrowboat on the canals of England and stop offs in my tiny self-build campervan—Shanti—to other places I call home such as Andalucia, Spain, rural France, the Isle of Wight and Highlands of Scotland. Woven into stories of place you'll find more personal reflections from a yogic viewpoint.
All these words are either handwritten or slow-typed on my 1963 Olivetti Lettera 22 before being recorded for audio. They offer an insight into my life lived between a narrowboat on the canals of England and stop offs in my tiny self-build campervan—Shanti—to other places I call home such as Andalucia, Spain, rural France, the Isle of Wight and Highlands of Scotland. Woven into stories of place you'll find more personal reflections from a yogic viewpoint.
