Take a moment today to see if instead of anger, you could lift someone’s spirits.
Take a moment today to see if you could forgive instead of remember the wrongs done to you.
Take a moment today to see if you could look past someone’s faults and instead see them how God does, beautiful.
Take a moment today to see if you could give to others of what you have instead of amassing more things.
Take a moment today in your sorrow, to pray instead of allowing the seeds of bitterness to take root.
I’m happy to report that the “ink”-well has not gone dry. I thought for a moment that it had. I’d felt depressed during this season since I’d only recently decided to add to my resume the title of “writer”. Perhaps I’d made a mistake in adopting this prestigious title. Perhaps I’m only a want-to-be writer. Perhaps the words I’d written were only temporary. These were the thoughts I was having. This was my experience as writer’s block had me in it’s tight grip. I’m not sure why this particular bout of coming up empty with the printed word lasted as long as it did.
It wasn’t a good feeling to pull out my laptop, pull up a screen and go completely blank. The other thing that accompanied my writer’s block is my lack of taking any recent photos worth sharing. I looked and looked, but nothing had caught my eye. Did I have photographer’s block as well? Worse, did I have creativity block?
It doesn’t matter because for now, I think I’ve come out of it. Yesterday I surpassed writing over 25,000 words on a manuscript that I’m not even sure I’ll ever publish. It’s mostly been a work of therapeutic/spiritual value, but I have also written it to hone my skills.
Writing more seriously began a year and a half ago after making a cross country move to Washington with my family. Writing has helped me cope with the stresses of grieving loss, leaving behind a grown child and the struggle to adapt to a new environment.
I’m thankful for views, readers, other blogs that I’ve derived encouragement and inspiration from over the last few weeks.
Thank you also to the special people in my life who encourage me by calling me a writer. This has helped.
I love Autumn, the leaves as they crunch under my shoes, the crisp cool air and making breath clouds as I walk to my car in the morning. Okay maybe not the latter so much, but I do love the colors of fall: red, gold, rust, and orange. I love photographing this spectrum of colors found all around here in Kirkland.
My children are too old for nature walks with me, so I did one on my own and collected leaves and chestnuts.
I know that Autumn is my favorite season for all these reasons, but I love it especially for what it offers to me.
Autumn is (to me) opportunity, clean slates, and new beginnings. Perhaps that is why the whole New Year’s resolutions thing doesn’t work for me. No, give me September, October and Novemeber and I’ll start new things. I’ll try a new hair color, buy a new wardrobe, cook a new meal.
Unfortunately, I’m not too fond of Halloween, especially the gory stuff, but I’ll take any dark chocolate that anyone would like to throw my way!!