For the first time I can remember I'm glad autumn is here. I'm not entirely sure why. I guess it more closely resembles my feelings. It's a time of change. It's proof of God's hand in nature, that everything has it's season and that '...this too shall pass.'
I love walking outside and feeling the chill morning air kiss my skin. It brings a part of me alive I haven't felt in a while. The vibrant colors touch my mind and heart in a way that makes me want to write again. I haven't done poetry or stories for many months. I've spent a lot of time reading, mainly the works of Richard Paul Evans. The messages spoken between the lines have taught me things I hope to carry with me from now on. Perhaps what's driven me to books is the unsatisfaction with my own life. I feel like I'm laying under the leaves as they fall this season, content to hybernate with the earth under their rough blanket.
Your forte may be in the essence, of the choices you use, to captivate the scene of your words. You have a talent and a gift to see more than may be physically present. Reading between the lines is what brings the written word to life. Only the gifted can read it and only the enlightened can write it.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much for your comment. Now if only I could speak and be heard the same way that I write and can be read.
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