I saw a stick on the gravel road ahead of me the other morning and when the stick noticed me it wriggled back into the bush.
The snake was my gift from the universe and it was a happy walk.
Words are tricky things, slippery and elusive. I had a head full of beautiful words yesterday, they were floating around in nice neat lines ready to fly out my fingertips onto the page. My walk with Monty had been a lovely daydream, he was so well behaved that I was able to order my thoughts into coherent passages of prose and I was feeling the urge to write.
Once inside the house, the phone rang, shattering the spell and all my words were lost.
I am trying to rekindle the feeling now but the words are not dancing in my head at all.
My minion Molly, asked me what I get from the blog. I gave her a long and convoluted answer and told her some of your stories.
But when it really comes down to it, the answer is solace. I get solace from my blog.
It is a place to turn my daydreams into reality as well as a place to order my thoughts.
Thank you for reading