How do I describe the impact a weekend of words can have without sounding gushing, rambling and slightly manic?
I’ve decided it’s not possible, so I’m going to run with it.
The Sydney Writers Festival is a highlight of my annual calendar. To be able to listen to the people who create our books, telling their stories, expressing their voice and in doing so somehow I find my voice.
Or at the least another branch of my own voice.
I can’t tell you how powerful that stuff is. I adore photography and loved every bit of Head On this year (May I love you to bits) but words? Words they shake me, rattle me and uproot my soul….and I’m bloody loving that.
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[“Often life’s pleasures pass us by simply because we don’t take a moment to focus on them… Make a point of noticing everyday something that uplifts your spirit or tickles your heart… Stop to breathe in the joy of this moment and then tell someone about it. Share your joy and revel in it. When your joy is savoured, and then shared, it is magnified…” ROBIN GRILLE]
cityhippyfarmgirl 
Oh, yes, words – Brydie and you use them so well.
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Aww thanks Rachel, that’s a lovely thing to say.
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Sounds like a lot of fun Brydie x
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It so was Jane. I think you would love it.
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did you get to hear poet melinda smith? wonderful wonderful
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No I didn’t Ronnie. I did five other sessions though, all equally fabulous and different.
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Sounds like an inspiring event. Always love your wordy tales of daily life and sustainable living practices.
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So inspiring Zena. It’s been a big month for my brain and think it could do with some down time now…maybe a week down your way 🙂 (oh how I wish!)
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Love the first photo. All of those aspiring writers passing that lady reading a magazine/newspaper by and not even noticing her. “Lesson 1. Learn to recognise your audience” ;).
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I know so many people who went to the festival. They all loved it. I’m glad you enjoyed the experience too xx
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