A Shaman In Kensington Square

What happens when a young man from Peru comes to camp in Kensington Square gardens looking for a plant?
This is a story about a mouse, an eagle, a shaman, Sarah (40s), Janet (70s) married to Roger but has fallen for the charms of a much younger man, and Doug who frequents gay back room bars. But all their lives change as the energy of the shaman comes to stir things up. More

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About Alba Lewis

Alba Lewis is an MBA graduate, a student of tai chi and a teacher of qigong, director of a consultancy and founder of a creative website - All That I Am. She is also an author of two novels and runs a small publishing company - AlbaBooks
It’s taken me almost 10 years to get to a point where I can write without judging my work, either by thinking it’s crap or by wondering what my friends, colleagues, family will think about me if they read it. I even had delusions of grandeur when I started (I laugh now as I remember). I’d dream that I’d be interviewed by Terry Wogan about my writing. It wasn’t a pleasant dream. It was one of exposure and people pointing at me. And all of these things had a clear goal. To stop me trying.

But I wanted to try. Even with failure as the most probably outcome. It’s taken 10 years to continually push myself to a café to make myself write. I would offer an answer to my negative mind which always got in there first, “You wont be able to write anything so there’s no point in going” or “who do you think you are trying to do what people far better at writing don’t ever achieve?”. And the answer that I finally came up with was very simple. “Well, I’m going to sit in a café with my note pad and pen for 2 hours even if I don’t write a word.” And that’s what I would do. I call it the donkey in me. The part that still plods on regardless of what the mind says. And you know what. I would write. Perhaps not for the whole 2 hours. But I would write.

Personally I never let myself read the stuff I wrote. At least not as I was writing. That was a sure way to stop the process there and then. I’d try to write the story first. Get down as much as I could before I went back to analyse it’s value.

And as this decade is over some things have made themselves apparent. I can write. I don’t judge it. And it appears that people seem to like it. And you know what? That’s good enough for me.


I’ve also become far more interested in each of us as creative beings. So many, including me, think that we can’t create. And we stop there. We don’t see if we can or can’t, we don’t put in any time to get better at creating (though we put inordinate amounts into work and things that ultimately we admit aren’t that important to us).

And my view is, well we’re wrong. What is probably more accurate is that we are not all able to create something that’s perfect. In fact only very few can do that. And that’s what we shy away from, not being perfect.

So that got me thinking. Imperfect versus perfect. Somewhere in between feels like the mystery of it all. I can’t be sure, but as I type I get a bit of excitement inside. Like I’m on to something. We don’t want it to be imperfect and we are pretty sure we can’t attain perfection. But that space. That gap in between. Umm. I think that might be the magical bit inside all of us.

So the how is about giving it a go. But not just once. Committing to doing it. Regularly. Building a habit so that our minds don’t keep telling us it’s rubbish. Even for 5 minutes a day. A sketch, a poem, a song, a tune, a description about the person who sits across from you on the train or bus, a photo and a made up story, a fairy tale, an idea for some photos you might do of the place you live, a joke, a video of your thoughts on something you’ve seen or heard.

All I’m saying is that I think you’ve got something to say. And I reckon quite a few of us would be interested in seeing it.

Maybe we won't get to be millionnaires. But then again maybe we will.


The internet. Come on. This is what this global community’s really about. Sharing and exchanging stuff. I’m guessing that the creative side of us is actually the side that we can all relate to no matter where we’re from or what our backgrounds are.

Be brave.

Tell your stories in whatever way you want. And trust that there are people like me out there that want to hear them.

You don’t have to write a book. Maybe that’s not something that appeals, but go to our free website www.allthatiam.co.uk and join a growing community of people that want to have a go at expressing themselves.


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