There is a plan and a purpose, a value to every life, no matter what its location, age, gender or disability. ~Sharron Angle
Soul searchin’ night, last night, I suppose the aftermath of the headache and opening all the windows to the unusual coolly sweet breeze. I want to say something and I hope you will take it with the kind heart of friendship. In our lifetimes, we go through many moments of time, so many moments that most are cast aside as dreft and long forgotten. But at other moments, those moments they are as finite as a needle hitting a vein, injecting a poison, forever destined to flow through us and though we may forget the event, it’s whisper resonates a song quietly in our head, never quite going away. We move on from the moment, have other headaches, joys and heartaches, but still softly these moments, pivotal to us in some form remain, sturdy and steady. I reckon it to be a kin to a child touching a hot stove, they forget the pain it caused but something within them keeps them from touching it again.
What’s all this? I honestly don’t know. I’ve been a writer with no words of late, so long now, what? Probably a year or more? But as I awoke this morning these words, whatever they are, were pouring out of me with the first peek of a freshly reborn sun as it moved away from it’s softly glossy cocooning ocean, shaking off the last dregs of the clinging morning clouds to once again be our shining star. I hope you have a wonderful weekend. I am a writer, I will write.