Things appear quiet but I am working, writing daily in my journal, creating new ideas in new phases and phrases. I love writing with pen and paper. I love the flow of the pen’s drawn out dance along the page. I feel free to make and be a mess.
I ask myself a lot of questions in a quest to expand my point-of-view and open my mind and heart to see things anew. In this new space is a vast place to gather more words, a greater vocabulary, for this wonderful world and future worlds longing to be created.
I felt as though something were missing. Something memorable. A memory perhaps? I can’t remember, which is why I have trouble with details. How can I describe what I vaguely recall?
I have always struggled with being descriptive, showing not telling. I’m learning how to see things differently and use new words to associate with things. I’m exploring and remembering to write it all down.
I am writing what I find in need of expansion and growth.
Peace, Love, & Writing,
Notes: This post is in response to a prompt from Studio 30+.