People like me with love for beauty can also get frozen with their own creative abilities in many spheres.... will I be good enough? So the passion for many things brews and simmers. Its most hilarious form is spending time and energy helping others with your dream while you vicariously watch from the sidelines. Feeling safe. Or total immersion in the works of others while you do this and that to run away from your own truths. Another safe road. There are a thousand things i did for a quarter century to run from a simple love.
One of the slow things i have returned to is meditation. this morning i found myself feeling the writer in me yawn and stretch. Like a slow slow unfurl of a sunflower the love for words, stories and ideas warmed the chill of pre dawn air. Like a slow release of the perfume, time took on a sound of saxophone notes. Words danced, images swirled and the heaven opened with streaks of rainbow light.
The key to infinity is here.
Beautiful words woven together in a beautiful tapestry. Look forward to reading this flow more and more... and to your writing...
ReplyDeleteLife is patterns
ReplyDeletein the mirrors of my mind
and as the times ebb and flow
i watch
the endless face of man go by
A spectator
even unto myself
i am at once the actor
and the thousand parts i play are but reflections
of a timeless existence
Captivating lines...you have a wonderful way with words.
ReplyDeleteSuch beauty in writing could only come from the depths of a beautiful and creative mind with blooming imagination.
You have been blessed with a special gift and your books will be your gifts to this world.
Don't look back now m'Lady, "The future belongs to those who believe in the beauty of their dreams."--Eleanor Roosevelt.
Si se puede.