THIS IS ME

So, I decided to either bore you, make you laugh, inspire you or spice up your life a bit with words that long to escape my mind.. Living in a world of words that long to find an escape is wonderfully amazing but sometimes misunderstood. Cause you see, I don't like talking all that much. It's written words that colour my world. And Oh, how I love it! Writing until the well of thought runs dry. I don't talk much because I observe.. Isn't that the excuse writers love to use when they actually have no idea what the topic of discussion is all about? Yeah, well, I observe. I'd rather observe than to admit that whoever I'm talking to and whatever they're talking about makes no sense at all! ;) These "observations" put a smile on my face. I love watching people drive. Seeing them argue behind the steering wheel with that poor person next to them who has nowhere to go and no door to slam unless they wanna literally hit the road face-down to the other person's delight of course. So many vast open spaces in which to argue and yet, a car seems to be the preferred space. Probably because the accused has no escape.. Okay, so I'd check this out.. It's all in the hand gestures and rapid movement of the mouth. The accused, however, would simply stare ahead as if thinking, Okay, can you get this over with and focus on the road instead? Oh, and the enthusiasm of one singing behind the wheel. You're so into the song, you close your eyes, completely forgetting that a safe following distance might be a good idea. But hey, your radio is louder than the crashing sound so it can't be THAT serious, can it???  Of course I, being a writer, observe closely and paint the picture with words  The joy of words. You can sculpt it, create it, blend it, speak it, shout it, write it, see it, paint it, whisper it, feel it.. It's no secret to you now that I love the written word but what's even more amazing than that are words whispered. Words that portray love & kindness. But then, of course, there are those moments that require no words.. Moments when the wonder of words can simply add nothing more. Moments when the "silent company" of friends and loved ones are enjoyed and the colour of company aren't words but rather the deep red enjoyment of a glass of wine. I don't look for words when there's none to say, I let them find me in the eyes of someone, in a smile, in my own world of words and perhaps in that moment when I seem to take part in conversation but all I do is observe. Hoping to create a flawless painting with words.

Same day, different story.. I'll let my mind wander all the way to the beach now..The sound of the ocean. It calms the soul like nothing else. Water.. we underestimate its power. The ability it has to intensify our pleasures but also the power it has to destroy. And yet, when I listen to the ocean, all the rhythms of life make sense. I remember watching the waves break on the shore a few months ago, swept away by the beauty of it all. Thinking that closer to the Water of Life I simply cannot get. And here I am now, listening to the typing sound as these words form on the screen and I let my mind wonder to where I long to be. I'd love to share a dream with the one I love while we walk on the beach as twilight paints the horizon pink. I'd love to see him laugh so much that he forgets what made him laugh in the first place. That happens to me often, by the way. Crazy but so freeing because life is as spontaneous as the waves of the ocean and the most beautiful picture is the ONE reflecting in the face of God. The ONE that awakens all your senses. The beauty in the things we so often miss because we live day to day and hear the seconds pass but we miss the MOMENTS in it all.. Until all is suddenly quiet and we realize how much we miss the WATER...

I am so happy and blessed beyond measure! I discovered something and now, with the excitement of a child, it unfolds more & more each day. It consumes me passionately but I can't seem to define it. JOY UNSPEAKABLE and OVERFLOWING is probably the best description. What's more is, I discovered that this joy manifests when I'm true to myself, free to be me. To laugh as loud & as often as I want. You see, if joy is contained, it loses the freedom it gives you to be yourself. Joy cannot live behind the masks we wear. The masks of having or trying to live up to other peoples' expectations. Let it go.. Be free. It matters not what others think of your tattoo, your beer, your glass of wine, your appearance, or your exceptionally loud laughter and "strange" mannerisms. I get a good dose of laughter almost every day and most of the time, and seriously now, most of the time I have no idea why I laugh. Yeah, silly isn't it? I spent years trying to figure why I'd just start laughing. JOY OVERFLOWING, I guess.