The blank page is intimidating. The hollow compliment is confusing. The echo of doubt is disturbing. How can we follow a path with obstacles or contempt? Jealousy, ego and loathing can block good intentions. Mindfulness is the foundation that propels us. Picture it, and it will become. Outside voices are unnecessary, both good and bad. Go forward with guts and ignorance as your tools, not really knowing it can be done. Just believe fully with the heart of an innocent, and the strength of a bull.
I want to be a writer. I ask myself, “Why do I think I can do that?” Well, I have feelings, I have words, I have paper and I have passion. All necessary ingredients of a storyteller. Once upon a time, there was a girl who had her head in the clouds wanting to bring others along, describing a magical place, a place you want to go. My intense desire for people to smell, taste and feel what’s inside of me, comes out in the dark hours at my keyboard. Solitary hours, building prose that will hopefully relate to the reader. The sweet fragrance of an observer’s approval and acceptance; even occasional praise. But I’m not in it for a compliment. Thank you.
My imagination is fleeting from one situation to another. My attention span has never been solid. However, looking at my surroundings brings music, and I must sing. I have always seen things below the surface. The winter sky or the mysteries of a frozen lake. Have you really looked at the winter sky with the shining stars you can almost touch? Allow yourself to be enticed by a world of words, a place that I want to bring alive. Please come along with me.
The energy is exuding from my mind to my fingertips. I focus on the obvious in a way that hopefully makes you really see it. Reach down inside yourself and spill your experience into your own words. “I get that…I’ve been there” you may say. And that is what brings us together. A common feeling that we may not have known how to describe. I want to do that for you, do it for us.
I am an untuned instrument trying to make a sweet sound, dreaming, creating, and describing. My words are not profound. My thoughts are not prophetic. I just want to create a place for conversation. This blog will be my outlet for now, where you can visit as often as you like. A place to share a cup of coffee and read about your own life through another’s eyes. Writer or not, I have a lot to say. So, join me on my journey because a story isn’t just a story it can be a place called home.