pearlseed's Journal

One thing leads to that 'nother
I read so much. Brings the question, do I becos I so love reading or I really want to write? Never thought to ask this of myself.

I know with food, I have friends who create meals to die for, that are just perfect for my taste and time--or I'm with them and they eat something that pleases them and the chase is on to reproduce it in their own home and hand. Me, well, slightly different take--I want to insure that that place will continue to exist, that chef will continue to prepare, and I will continue to have funds sufficient to enjoy such. My taste buds chant their mantra, "More, ummmm!" and I wish with all my heart that I might purr.

So, to the question, do I want to write? Not my strong suit really I think becos I'm critical of words that will not serve me to present what's in my heart--I can talk, my artist muse/heartfriend says that my mouth is my medium. People will listen to me, I can sway them, I can prepare them even through pain. I can move people to try something different, all with my words. I have people in my life, my friends who don't just come to me when there's something so painful or awful or devastating becos I'm one of their friends. They come to me becos they know, know I will make it less awful, less painful somehow and help them to regain that which was taken, their courage, faith, or hope. I don't really do anything, we all know that, don't we, it's not me what changes it back so my friends can bear their lives. I'm a hurricane hole formed from the strength of my will, my faith and my hope providing them respite and the knowledge that they will be sheltered until they can do for themselves again.

Don't know if y'all have Rose is a Rose funnies where you live, but the little boy Pasquale, he has this nerdy guardian angel, always there--goofy and small and childlike almost always. His guardian angel is just that though and when need arises, he is fierce and relentless and terrifying with a huge drawn sword and his face shows terrible resolute purpose.

I think for now, I'll just keep reading--there are folks out there with similar minds to me who can just about toss a salad in such a way that it matches what I imagine. And they are beyond able to write--they do! I like that about this world. There are stories writ down, I get to discover them. Thank you for your time, got some meteorite showers coming up in August, around the 10th, we'll see...

Current Mood: curious
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