i'd been wondering how much longer the drought would last; about the limits of perseverance. inspiration had all but dried up. the words were stored away in a forgotten place. something was nagging at me to be done with this little place in the big, big, blogosphere.
then i woke up with words forming in my mind. hello, words. oh, yes, words. i remember what words feel like when they bubble up from soul depths. effervescent. light and airy. swirling like butterflies in the wind looking for somewhere solid to land. words sprinkling their love and attention all around my heart.
how wonderful a feeling when words break free and decide to form themselves into a remarkable thought. when little bits of inspiration show themselves in the least likely places. when at the end of the road you find that it's a beginning.
all things new.
I'm always so glad when you have the time and inspiration to write something. Your posts have a poetry to them that makes the world seem more magical. Makes my day.
ReplyDeletethank you, kevin. i take back what i said about you being a brat. i'm glad to have your feedback because i equally love your writing.
Delete"when at the end of the road you find that it's a beginning."
ReplyDeleteI think that's where I am - I hope to find a beginning, also.
Thanks for a glimmer of hope!
oh man, s. you give me glimmers of hope all the dang time! i love your creative writing. it makes me happy.
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