Rambling on
I love it when a fantasy takes flight and moves me to pick up the pen.
It is one of the things I am most grateful for.
For a long time words had deserted me, along with everything else that
helps to make life pleasant in my eyes.
But this too did me well because when my words deserted me,
Art came along, took me by the hand and wordlessly introduced me to passions
yet untasted.
I got to know myself from a whole new perspective as I
rediscovered an innocence that I had forgotten was ever there. In doing so,
my inner child ( who had taken flight and holed up early on)
began to come out to play again.
posted by The Joyful Artist @ 5:30 p.m.
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