They Say-
They said it then,
they say it now,
that April showers bring May Flowers.
Said with such optimism and hope but
if you think about it,
it’s quite the battle of wills.
Nature versus nature.
They need each other to thrive but
the balance is tenuous at best.
There is a special type of beauty to be found in survival.
“Nature does not hurry, yet everything is accomplished” Lao Tzu
Something to think about going into the week and resetting for productive writing.
How can you balance urgency vs. hurry?
How many conversations-
Words of love, words of hate, words of happiness and fear have been shared?
Tranquility engulfs the room now. Without active participants there is no reason.
I find myself drawn to it, drawn to the what if.
It’s so perfect without us- I can’t bear to think of the damage we might cause.
Better to be left a photograph than disturbed by human nature.
Winter, summer, spring, and fall
despite what is said and too often believed- a flower can bloom anytime.
Within, that’s where the beauty is found, with all its color stripped.
Given a glimpse of sun,
given a drip of water,
given a chance,
the roots take hold.
Capture it in your mind, memories forever give the kind of justice a photograph fails to do.
Perspective can change anything.
Behind the bars, trapped on the inside but protected for the cold.
Beautiful either way.
So often, too often it’s chewed away.
In the forest or on a city street,
there is constant chipping.
Something stronger or something preying on the weak, equally unnerving.
Foundations forever removed,
Facades continually replaced,
I wait for the opportunity of new life.
Inspiration for a story can be found anywhere. The novel I am writing for NaNoWrimo takes place in present time but there are hints of the past.
When I think of what kind of past I want to incorporate I can’t help but think of the historic Hotel Colorado in Glenwood Springs. The grandeur, the beauty, and the mystery of what lies behind the scenes calls out to me.
What is everyone else using to help build their novels?
Spent the last few days up in the mountains getting away from reality, hunting for inspiration, and planning the future.
The power is overwhelming to my senses.
The sound it makes as it crashes into or crushes everything in it’s path reverberates inside of me.
To hitch a ride or to fight, the decision isn’t as simple as it appears.
For years I would have run away.
Afraid of the cold,
Unsure of the pressure,
Captivated by the other shore.
My lungs quiver in anticipation. My souls knows there’s no other option.
First a tie,
Then my legs,
The current embraces me to the next destination.
Fall is coming, all that was lush and green will fall under death’s trance.
A temporary respite from the living. A momentary invitation to dance in death’s shadow.
Does nature get a chance to know what lies beyond? Is that why it fights so hard every spring?
If given the choice to know all, to have all the mysteries revealed I’d fight like hell.
No mysteries- No satisfaction.
HIKE. BIKE. DRINK.
College Level Drinking, Elementary Level Writing
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