I walk. It keeps me sane. Lately, dare I say it, I’ve tried mindfulness. It’s then when the words come. Poems, ideas, edits and of course I’m not carrying a pen.
in the shaded garden
on naked limbs
On the path something black wriggled, clearly alive, clearly lost. My mind searches for a name. Rummaging …
The dew , little balls of silver
Glistened in the sun.
My iPhone rested heavily in my pocket.
It seemed to scream,
“I can capture the magic, give me a chance to show you.”
I love blogging on Monday morning. It sets the tone for my author-self for the week. Usually I find inspiration reasonably easily but today, my mind stayed immobile and blank. This impromptu poem is about the blank.
gaining inspiration from the world.
On the ground
in random places
I find a pencil, perfect.
Then an other.
Writing is one of my passions. It tests me. While out on my morning walk, I let my mind wander, looking for some inspiration to share with you. The three words, hope, faith and charity kept popping into my head.
I wondered about their relevance in the life of an author. Schicksal tested my faith. My new book tests it again.
I checked the weather and my phone told me it would rain later. The quiet start to the day got revved up a bit but Iavoided conflict and went with the flow.
I could have screamed. Taking a shower, I put on my tracksuit and went out into the cold morning. Usually the cold air helped. I could still my mind but my emotions ran rampant with adrenaline rushing through my veins atop of caffeine. crossing the Great Ocean Road, I stuck my nose into the gale force wind coming off the Southern Ocean.