When Writer's Block Becomes a Spiritual Experience
January 10, 2015
The pen cap removed, the
writer enters the dark cave and stands face to face with Story Yet Untold. For
a moment, he admires this specimen and considers keeping it hidden for
himself.... But then, why else are stories born if not to be revealed?
There'll be another, he
whispers. Perhaps I'll keep that one.
Looking once more to his
pen, he sets the tip upon the paper and, without further hesitation, sets about
his task.
Warning from Afar
January 7, 2015
How many of her most
attractive wares should have served as warning instead?
Time and time before had
only served to reinforce that her light could only blind me.
Time and time before… and
yet here I stand once again.
Advance or retreat? Does my
contemplation exist only to assuage tomorrow’s guilt?
I know how this will end,
but still I glide purposefully towards her harbor.
Moving closer, I smile –
knowing full well that my every best intention will only find me wrecked upon
her shores.
This post was made in
collaboration with Doug Craig, to whom I owe a debt of gratitude for the use of
his fine photo. You can see more of Doug
here: https://www.facebook.com/dougcraigphotography.
Footprints
December 15, 2014
Looking ahead of him, he smiled. The white city had not yet awoken and was now pristine in its frosty coat.
Behind him however lay a trail marked with disarray – as if anywhere he had thought to step had now lost its innocence.
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