Although hideously disillusioned and very pessimistic, I am in fact the happiest and at my most honest to myself I have ever been. Freudian theory is storming back in. I would however like to place all philosophical theories into a sphere of consideration and no more. I had a clear vision where all philosophy was a child’s constructed sand castle sat on the shoreline of an incoming tide.

#CCCUPIL20 crowd sourced poem

So, there I sit waiting to be introduced. Thinking, what can I possibly say to this room of academics and students? What value is there in my role @CCCU and innovation within the butterfly flame?

On the dawn of THEawards Francesca Hufton reflects on her very first symposium. She understands, engages and reflects the ethos of the butterfly flame beautifully. I adore how this small organic community continues to grow.

‘We hit a giant – a poem which enabled us to share our ‘disappointing’ feelings and helped us recognise we should continue….

This is why..

I sometimes question the value of connection. The value of employment. The value of love. But today I met a good new friend, we spoke about the awards night and he said how he appreciated being part of the poetry chatter. Not realising that the most recent blog was his influence this time.

Existing and loving the poetic ether of another year of a community, forming and disbanding like a flower that blooms for just a day. We have had the third year of the #poeticnursingheart and it was again a very special space for those who felt called to come and share the vulnerabilities of the disclosed self.

We came together and we shared a very beautiful space of poetry and comfortable silence.