When I was young the words came freely to me, they would arrive spontaneously and preformed, I only had to write them down…..
Now I have to work hard to draw them out, I have to seek them out of the jumble of nothing and everything… They rarely come to me of their own accord anymore and even less often am I able to record them before they pass on by…….

Bee Houghton

Solitude

I like the silence. It has a comforting embrace that warmly envelops me with peace, contentment and security. Like an old friend I can relax with and delight in the sounds of nature by day and the stillness in the night. I need the silence and the stillness to write. I need to be alone or at least alone in my world.

Bee Houghton