Your posts are having a profound impact on me. Several years ago I ventured more heavily into audio books and began to read and write less. I’ve set an intention to return to written work. You’re reminding me how beautiful words are, and how poetic language can be. I’m reflecting on my own carelessness of word choice at different times, which is inspiring me to be better. I love how your post inspired another to think of a piece of work with more beautiful words, it’s a lovely domino effect you’re having. I appreciate your work and thankful you’re choosing to share.
The photo of a person in the midst of a field reminds me of being lost in awe of nature. The human, a small part of a big field. Lost. My brain associates it with poem I just reread again where Christopher Okigbo says -BEFORE YOU, my mother Idoto,
Naked I stand;
Before your weary presence,
A prodigal
Leaning on an oilbean,
Lost in your legend
Under your power wait I
On barefoot.
I of course associate it with being lost in the awe of my first spring. Lost being a good thing in this context.
Your posts are having a profound impact on me. Several years ago I ventured more heavily into audio books and began to read and write less. I’ve set an intention to return to written work. You’re reminding me how beautiful words are, and how poetic language can be. I’m reflecting on my own carelessness of word choice at different times, which is inspiring me to be better. I love how your post inspired another to think of a piece of work with more beautiful words, it’s a lovely domino effect you’re having. I appreciate your work and thankful you’re choosing to share.
The photo of a person in the midst of a field reminds me of being lost in awe of nature. The human, a small part of a big field. Lost. My brain associates it with poem I just reread again where Christopher Okigbo says -BEFORE YOU, my mother Idoto,
Naked I stand;
Before your weary presence,
A prodigal
Leaning on an oilbean,
Lost in your legend
Under your power wait I
On barefoot.
I of course associate it with being lost in the awe of my first spring. Lost being a good thing in this context.