When is a specific time when words have been important to you?

Again and again. But specifically…I  would have to say right now. Entering into a space and practice I’m referring to as heart work, when I’m revisiting origins of certain patterns of behaviour and getting experiences, feelings and healing methods onto paper (or computer screen!) I find writing a soft and a hard place all at once. It’s the honesty required I think…the need to really go in deep. I’ve also been so blessed to connect with some beautiful writers, who challenge and inspire me and are nothing less than family. Their words heal and move me all the time. Have you ever read Nayyirah Waheed’s ‘Salt?’

Some of the people who inspire me to write my truth, daily. Tapiwa Mugabe. Te’ V Smith. Alice Walker. Jeanette Winterson.  

Another time…three years ago when I was in South Africa modelling, I happened upon a couple of poetry venues and knew I had to get back into writing. My spirit was drained and I was merely existing - dangerously low and lonely as hell. Carrying all of this darkness around with me and drowning in it. Biting my tongue and trying to live doesn’t work for me…It took a while to know  it. I need to talk, connect, share. Words continue to save me all of the time.