I have often read that silence is considered golden, and that most times, it is better to keep your silence than utter the spoken word. So writing, to me seems like a great alternative to channeling that which for various reasons is never said, into words which sometimes mean what they say, and sometimes mean not what they say but what they make you feel.
So as the silent words fall from the skies of my imagination and those that rise from the deepest abysses that exist in my mind, I catch them like raindrops in a cup and put them on paper to make some sense of a situation, feeling, or a random emotion….sometimes its raw and visible, and sometimes subtly wrapped in layers. Words that randomly meet in a dance of life, sometimes forming an image, a story, or just stirring an emotion in the heart.
Some thoughts, some words, some memories, some moments, some dreams, some fiction, inspired by the elements of nature, the people who came and those that went away, some remembered, none forgotten, a few bits of my journey over some years.
Consciously observing life as it goes by….
with the awareness of my own miniscule and temporary existence in this fathomless universe….
loving every moment of the sun, the moon, the stars, the wind, the sea, the tree and the bird….
them, they know….for they were there long before me, and they’ll be there long after I am gone.