We live much of life amid unique choices. Joy is anchored in The One beyond our life. |
To sit, to wait, to look around can often pass the time 'til hoped for subjects may be found as words become sublime. A drink of water, tea to sip, or coffee with its art may find some thought that gave the slip when we sat down to start. Alas, when racking my brain to find some writer's joyful piece, the weariness is just not kind to give my words release. But when I think about the state of where I am and why, the journaling becomes so great of that I can't deny. To "prime the pump" with life observed creates the writer's art. A pristine piece is finally served when sailing another part. Just ask the sculptor how was made the sculpture of a horse. The response is terse and not overplayed, "Remove what's not, of course." The journalist fills newsprint sheets with what is seen right there. He listens, and then just repeats observers with great care. How do we write some big, new thing? How do we daily start? Could be we simply watch and sing, while doing our gifted part. by Jay O’Toole on April 29th, 2025 ![]() |