A day when stirring up a spiced pear compote is as lovely and important a thing as writing another thousand words.
A day when musing over the character of a person you met and making mental remarks over him is as effective as casting him in a villainous role--which you plan to do later on.
A day when driving along rural, leaf-plastered roads in a thick mist is soul-food enough for a week.
A day when day-dreaming while crocheting a wash-cloth for an elderly person is as productive as sitting before your computer waiting for inspiration to come.
A day when whipping up a giant batch of chocolate chip cookies gives you enough courage and stamina and coziness to feel Dickensian again.
A day when French Vanilla coffee cures all the world's ills and reminds you of Fly Away Home... <3
A day when you're eight pages into a reply to a letter and still have much to say, and you're pleased as if you had just entered the last scene of your novel.
A day when you stop and look at the brilliant, glowing, half-frozen color of a six year old's cheeks and realize that "blush" is hardly the word to describe the living beauty of the color.
A day when you look at a pile of apple and pear peelings and marvel over the Creator's genius in coloring them such riotous hues of red and gold and green.
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"One cannot sit down to write unless one has first stood up to live." I don't know who wrote that but it was the first thing that flashed into my head upon reading this wonderful post!
I was pondering something of the sort today--namely, how just about anything can be turned into writing-fodder if you take the time to catch it. I had to ride the bus today all alone and didn't like it much, but the people around me were so fascinating that I forgot to worry about getting mugged. (I didn't get mugged.) :D
Haha. Well, to be almost mugged--that would certainly be fodder for a story. All the same, I'm very glad you were *not* mugged. That might have ruined dinnertime. ;)
Thanks Rachel! I needed this post. Sometimes I'm so busy writing and making and doing that I forget to just live. Sheesh that sounded cheesy I liked it much better the way you put it.
French vanilla coffee! My, my, you're making my mouth water.
Very true. Aw, now I want to go for another walk.(Today I sat out on a picnic table, enjoying the sun through my coat and reading a book in the park. Fall is such a nice season for that.)
Beautiful! I encourage you in this beautiful frame of mind and heart.
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