March 25, 2010
Thursday, 8:53 P.M.
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Topics for the blog are endless when I am at work. It seems that every action and reaction of people in that facility is fodder for this venue. I tell myself to remember these instances and use them, then I get to this point in my day and all the fodder has turned into a forgotten jumble. I simply must carry a pen and paper with me at all times to write down the ideas as they are formulated because I have come up with some good stuff! Writing is cathartic for me, always has been. I have poured my heart and soul into writing for years and have never saved a one of them. (I lie, there is one saved one, maybe I'll put it here sometime.) But I digress. The point is that writing is part of my being and my tears of joy and tears of sorrow have found their way on to hundreds, maybe thousands of pages in my lifetime. Each time I have been a better person for having put the words to paper. I have been freed of restraints, I have traveled from here to eternity and I will be forever grateful for being blessed with two innate talents; one to form ideas that translate beautifully to words and the other, to form words that translate beautifully to music. Both, at one time or another, have literally saved my sanity and my life.
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