Words and feelings are difficult beasts to wrangle. Most writers say that stories tell themselves and that hey get lost in what they write. Those times of focus and clarity, knowing just what to say and how to say it are rare and precious. A lifetime of feelings, all jumbled and burdened with experience can only be approached like the Gordian Knot, with a sword. In this case, the word does become the sword.
**sigh**
I am over thinking this as usual.
Let's just say the mountain gets steeper the longer you climb. Different rocks, different trees, different streams to cross; but the slope is always there. It is always climbable, with a little help. I hope I can continue to help my family climb higher than I am able.
Not what I intended to say, but hey, it's just a ramble on a blog.
Wednesday, January 02, 2008
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