I love how things are created. Sometimes, when I write for myself and my fingers play on the keyboard or glide with a pen across a page, I feel like a potter on a wheel giving shape to clay that was once nothing. Slowly and steadily, creating a form that once did not exist. Watching a form take shape and grow in front of my eyes, it fills me with a satisfied feeling inside. When I feel like “really” writing something, I imagine I’m on a potter’s wheel and I feel like words are clay in my hands. When I begin writing, I feel the soft smoothness of words flow into my being from my hands and I take care to ensure my hands give them they shape my heart wants to see. I sincerely watch myself think and write at such times. And when I am done, I feel a contended glow emanating from my heart. It’s like I was an earthen pitcher and I poured myself out in a field and the water in me became one with the universe. I love watching beautiful things grow. Incidentally, I am not sure why, I think that is how our parents feel when they watch us grow as well.
I love watching beautiful things grow. Sometimes, with a little scratch here and there, and lots of affirmation in the goodness of life. An example would be this very now-site, once-blog. I look at it in some stolen moments of my life and feel a happy, crackling warmth that it has grown so much. From strength to strength overcoming one weakness from another. Each phase of it has stories of the life I made for myself. I’ve loved watching this space grow. It’s been a delightful journey.
Before I begin populating this space with more stories from my life, here’s to amarllyis for being my story-book!
Impressions in clay, expressions in ink,
Of yellow sundry days and silver stars that blinked,
Pictures in words of my grand life in a thumbnail,
When I will be long gone, amarllyis will be my fairy tale!
Hope I can create some stellar writing this year!
You inspire me. You really do.
I wish you the very best for this year and hope you keep receiving beautiful energies from nature in the form of inspirations.
And you inspire me. In so many ways that I may never be able to explain.