Even though I may have wanted to. It does not mean that I was in the wrong place at the wrong time.
Or, perhaps maybe it means I was in the right place at the right time.
Writing is a creative process; it has more than one kind of expression. It is more than one experience; writing is an explanation of things.
There is the part in me you could show the want to show the passion like in the furious writer who wants to create the output of a creative task in hopes that someone reads it.
But then there’s also parts of me that waits for something to happen invisibly, under the surface.
That’s when my senses are perceiving the world, the mind and heart are thrown into some sort of harmony.
And when the soul chooses to respond. That is what I think is called inspiration. Jim has taken me so many places I’ve never seen before. I have lots of catching up to do.
But don’t think about it. That will come later; Just write with your heart.
Until we meet again…
Texas Girl in Swansea Wales
Photo: Painted wild pony at the Cornish Commons in Cornwall U.K.