First let me start by saying.. I never stopped writing.. I simply wrote in a journal instead.. there is something so sincerely personal about writing with a pen or pencil on beautiful paper I can not break up with. I suppose with all my modern antics @ heart I am an old soul. Always enjoyed the ring to that saying, somehow it eases this sensation, I get from time to time that I have literally left my body.
I set out to write something this morning and forgot by the time I came here, maybe its the funny squeak my ancient keyboard makes, most especially on the space bar.
Then timing popped into my head as one door closed in my life; instantly another one whooshed open.. I play the game of catch in my mind constantly, b/c I am one of those people who borderlines dangerously of thinking too much! My better half points out the only reason, we have escaped depression, straight jackets or anything of the sort. Is because we have always had this inate energy and curiosity that forces it to exercise. Keep it in check.. Quite comforting this observation was to hear!
It is nearly fall and there is something extra special in the air this time around for one of my favorite seasons. The Witch from Hansel and Gretal is whipping up something extra creamy. I anxiously await, cleaning the slate for tonight's date!