A short post this week. Lazy summer day, that's my only excuse. I love bird song. A cardinal sang in my backyard today, and I couldn't help but sing back. After, I was trimming the hedges and found a perfect bird's nest nestled in the branches. I think it is my wonder at this world we live in that makes me a writer. Surprises are woven into the fabric of spacetime. Much of our journey is discovering these things.
Relax. Be open. Let the world speak to you. That's the most important thing. After you hear, write it down. Do it every day. My writer recipe.
I've uploaded a ton of doodles. I call this one "Storm".
Last, your quote of the week. A truly good book teaches me better than to read it. I must soon lay it down, and commence living on its hint. What I began by reading, I must finish by acting. Henry David Thoreau