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Poising
over a blank piece of paper is like standing on a mountain rock. If I move will
I land on something solid or just keep falling until I destroy myself on the
shaft of a pine tree? Should I write what I’m thinking of like boy, this has been a day to remember? Invent
something or vent frustration at an unjust problem? Or, close the notebook and
say no one was home today.
Of course,
there’s always someone home, but sometimes I’m not a very willing resident.
Thoughts speed around like miniature missiles too fast to capture so they never
get saved. Thoughts get buried like the favorite old sweater stuffed in the
cedar chest. They are well-worth the trouble of pulling out if I only take the
time and energy. Thoughts need to simmer like a good stew on a back burner, but
I shouldn’t ignore them or they could dry up.
Sometimes, it takes
silence to shake a thought loose. When I’m driving the car, they want to spring
out like a child’s Jack in the Box. A
walk, alone, comes close to a sure success for bringing my thoughts to the
surface, but then when I write them down they sometimes take on a life of their
own. Like a pinball slamming off a side rail, my idea can take on a new slant
or travel a better path than I initially imagined. Perhaps the first step is the
biggie; committing to actively move forward. I’ll place my foot on that smooth
rock and see if my grip holds. So join me. We’ll grab tight to our pencils and
our thoughts will land safely.
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Gail
lives with her husband in Florida
Books by Gail:
Danger at Baird’s Den
Solstice Publishing
Find her at: www.gailehedrick.com
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