Tiny beautiful things…….. Just so… Waiting dormant. Laid out on white page, scripted of lines and curves to form singular characters that burst magically into libretto. Along the straight, letters marry letters to bring to life ‘word’. Word marries word and a sentence is born. A powerful force it can be indeed. Life altering. Shape shifting.
Here’s the thing. Those words in a line can take a perspective that is fragmented and offer up a shard of promising chance. A lit string of hope and healing, letter band aids on a wire. A soul candy dish. A virtual treat on those funk days when the sun is shining but your eyes have clouds in them.
As of late, I find myself bobbing around, floating.In no direction. Directionless. Randomly being.Spinning my wheels in the mud. That is not a good feeling my friends. I thought I was going somewhere and then the air went out of my tires.Just. Like. That.
What the hell IS that?
Anyways, this isn’t about THAT.
In a nutshell that is why I read your blogs and eat up books and poems like candy. For inspiration. For more knowledge. For heart smiles. For compassion. For the beauty of the way you people place one letter in front of the other.
Aren’t words the most beautiful thing.? No wonder why almost every body wants to be a writer. These words are powerful. They have the power to make change. Change for the better.
This part I love. When I need them, they are there. Freakishly they are there. Always. Right in front of me. Waiting to exhale the message. Take what you need those letters say. Hear me with your eyes, see me with your heart. They say drink this magic Kool-aid baby. Taste it, digest. Breathe in what you want and breathe out what you don’t. Seriously, it is such a random and madcap occurrence , almost like the sky is falling in literal fables . Singing out the lessons that are my life’s’ sing~ song tale, right when I need them.
And so it goes on between the pages of web and paper I can find the keys to the boxes that hold the answers.
Is it possible I have an invisible best friend/crazy angel gently kicking me in the pants in the direction I need to go? Hoisting me up aloft on wordy wings to that single window so high you need to have a ladder to get a peek of the light? Where the un ~see ~ables whisper…’listen’.
No, I am not depressed or crazy( that could be debatable) or living in the dark, if that is the portrait I am painting. I am, at the core, just an everyday person, probably just like you, with hurdles to overcome, daily issues that arise while busily managing four other humans and all they require physically and emotionally. Balancing a life to hold meaning and pleasure whilst being responsible and unfettered and tirelessly digging my roots down, deeper, to get to the sweet spot, and to know it’s ok, I got this.
Thank you for the wise sages and free thinkers and lusciously full open minds that are weaving their craft, laying out their singular letters that semblance into beautiful delicious words that dance into sentences and invite us to their party. I am grateful for whatever that lovely energy pulling me to the page is where the letters lie. I am tickled pink for the weight of words, the brevity and the inspiration , for the gravity, for the heads up. Word.