paragraph lab…

As I gaze out the back window of the gently-lit cabin, my eyes are drawn to the large oak tree to the left of the woody yard. It is a sparse sight, being late winter, and the snow catches on the remaining branches in tufts that rain down as the wind blows. In the center of the seemingly-magical wood, a small ring of stones remind me of all the fires we had during the summer, so far past now. The juniper bushes flanking the ring are full of ripe, cherry colored berries and seem cheerful against the barren landscape. As my eyes pan further toward my right, I catch a glimpse of the winding road that leads to the small, frozen pond, too far in the distance to see. I can hear the rustle of a small creature past the lamp post, perhaps a bird or any manner of ground animal, scurrying to collect food before the next storm comes. I am grateful to be in my warm abode, and that there is so much to gaze upon to pass these long winter days.

I love to write, but only when the mood strikes. I adore sharing snippets of my childhood, and weaving stories full of memories as well as completely fabricated details. I love to write… except for when I don’t. =) Is everyone also like this, wanting to do something creative only when the muse grabs you ? Are you only a “serious” artist when you NEED to do what you love, rather than do what you want only when you feel like it ? I think I am too selfish, too unmotivated and too distracted to devote time to developing my writing. More importantly, I really do not care to, unless it is one of those days, then my thoughts SCREAM to be released onto the page.

As I begin this next stage of my life, my thoughts are on returning to college, finding another career that will not bore me to tears, while paying all the bills and allowing me a bit of freedom. I will be going to nursing school when The Historian is in college, and I am trying to psyche myself up to join the ranks of 20somethings in more science labs… sigh. Knowing where you want to be is so easy sometimes, the hard part is getting there. Meanwhile, I will dream, write, and fill my mind and body with things that please me, things that uplift me, things that make my heart sing. Here’s to doing something that makes you smile…


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