I recently found back something I thought lost for ten years – a collection of poems from my youth, paper copies of my earliest work, when ideas and imagination went merrily unchecked, until at some point they were fewer and fewer between. My brother had scrapped my ancient computer for me, and drilled holes through all the floppy discs to ensure that nothing could be found.
When my love died and I moved, this had been carelessly thrown into the bottom of a box of assorted old but necessary papers, taxes and the like. I was devastated thinking this had been lost.
Sharing it, as a way of rekindling creativity.