of words & stars


I wrote last night. I actually sat down and let the words drip from my pen to paper. I love the scratchiness sound of a felt tip. I have been trying to write. Working with Mary Beth Bonfoglio's Own the Edge (finally). Thirty days of writing prompts. I wrote. Then, I took a break and then these words poured out. Not thinking, just being. 

I used to write. Fantasties. I created whole worlds from words of my own making. Then something got in the way. Lately, words and I have had a hard time. I am not very quick with my speech (or wit). I need time to think it through, find just the right thing to say. I want to become better at using the proper vocabulary in the moment. A vocabulary that speaks the volumes of my soul. 

::Words are meant to bore down into your very bones. Core in and break them apart. Then they sweep up the ash and dust. Lift you up into the ether.

today


Wind whips across the lawn and through the trees. Here I am cozy and warm surrounded by the glow from my Yule candle and twinkle lights. Here I am ushering in the light. There the clouds are parting. There is the morning star. Today, the air feels clearer.