I like beginning my days writing. I enjoy ending them the same. Maybe it is wasted time, but if there is something small and simple that gives joy and draws expressions of good, why should we be deterred? Writing, however plain and simple its creation, brings me joy and adds brightness to my day. […]
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Journal Pages
MAY 5, 2020
It rained two inches yesterday. The ground is wet, but already, the sun and wind have moved ponded water from its place. The skin of the earth is a lighter brown as water settles deeper and the surface dries in the sun. It is too wet for field work but a beautiful day […]
Journal Pages
CLARITY
I write in the mornings. I begin when the sky is black and nothing shows. I write, and the thought and sky begin to glow. The sky warms from the horizon up, muted hues of a light yet revealed. When the thought I wish to share completes, dawn breaks and I am blinded and […]
Quick Thought
WHAT WE SEE
I used to write with a focus for struggle, disillusionment, and loss. Hardship and hurt were the lenses through which I wrote. Hemingway wrote this way until he blew his brains out, alone, in a depression he designed. Fitzgerald wrote the same, but in a softer light, until he drank himself to death. Steinbeck […]