Mountain

Let me share with you one of my proud moments of 2018. 😊 Last year I took a one month course to improve my songwriting in English. During this course, I was forced to sit down and focus on writing on a certain topic as an exercise without worrying what comes out. When I started spending time every day on putting words together I realised I can actually express myself in English! 
I’ve been doing creative writing in Russian since childhood and I am happy with my abilities to write in my native language but was quite disappointed not being able to express myself in English.
I overcome my fear of sounding silly when contacting my English speaking subscribers and started doing weekly broadcasts to my followers. It feels great being able to connect with my audience. On top of that yesterday I received a message that one of my pieces have been published in our local newspaper Glasshouse Country & Maleny News. I’m happy to get to the level when my writing in English is good enough to be published. Yay! 😃
The story that was published:

beerwah mountain

“Irresistible flash of inspiration flares up lightening me on the inside. I can’t help but follow the sudden calling, turning my vehicle off the everyday path and taking it on a detour. It has just stopped raining, white evaporations are hovering over the wet shimmering asphalt that disappears under the rotating wheels. Fifteen minute drive separates us but I know She is closer than that. I can already sense Her noble presence. Trees are too tall, too dense to see anything behind them yet. But wait, I just caught a glimpse of Her proud strong posture standing still, looming through the tree trunks that are hastily flashing past. My heart races. I’m going to see Her again, absorb Her mighty energy infused with the warmth of a caring mother. In anticipation, I turn off the main road, the trees part, revealing the magnificent view of Mount Beerwah. Here I am at Her feet feeling so tiny and so blessed to stand next to this majestic mountain emitting calmness and peace, turning all my worries into dust picked up by the light wind and spread over the valley. The rustle of leaves, the birds tweeting, the gentle movements of summer wind, the dewy smell of recent rain and resinous pines – all together merge into a beautiful music. Music of my soul.” 🌄