Having traveled twists and turns, peaks and valleys, falls and fumbles, to discover something hidden. Intentionally tucked behind a curtain or not. I found it.
Writing on the wall.
Hidden by fear, foolish pursuits or many other of life's tangents, it was there. Waiting.
Script engraved on my heart.
Come in, for treasures lie within waiting for discovery.
Speaking of discovery, it was not me who found it, rather I was shown.
That voice within awaiting enough quiet to be heard.
Now I am following the prompting, that fire ignited propelling me to write.
Clueless and aimless I dive into the fathomless field known as writing.
Born and raised in the Seattle. Lived here all my life with the exception of the four years in the Navy.
Played and watched sports most of my life. Golf junkie. Fan of BoomBoom.
Started reading as a hobby in my mid-twenty's. What a world I ignored growing up. The realm of imagination.
I just want to write. Learn its art form. Bring to life the images played on the screen of my mind. It might be easier to show than tell had I payed attention during school. That is a trick, wow one of those easier said than done.
What is amazing is the unwrapping of my soul that is transpiring because of writing. This must be the treasures.
Thanks for stopping by. Leave a note if you wish.
All input or suggestions welcomed. One of the treasures uncovered, a teachable spirit. So let it fly.
Thank you.
May the day dawn with light shinning on your house, revealing wisdom. Let it build your house. That it will fill your rooms with precious and pleasant treasure.
No comments:
Post a Comment