I am happy that my children enjoy a quiet afternoon, playing Scrabble. A board game with family is still more enticing than a video game.
I love words.
In fact, I love words so much that I collect them.
Every now and then, the kids and I sit down with some old magazines and cut them apart. For them, it is a creative mishmash of random details that become otherworldly creatures. For me, it is a scavenger hunt for juicy words.
These words become a reference for my writing, inspiration for poems, and a teaching tool for lessons (when I was teaching full-time) and my kids (talk about a way to increase vocabulary!).
This book is where I keep them.
Sometimes, it is the words on a page that give me pause.
I love to learn from books, to gather ideas from books. At the moment, I am reading Writing Down the Bones by Natalie Goldberg. I am slowly beginning to think of myself as a writer, aiming to have published work. But here is always that tiny inner voice, that is cause for hesitation.
This book makes me believe that I can, that I am.
It is the definition of inspiration.
I am grateful for this. For having a blog again and waking each morning to writing.
It is helping me to notice the small moments that make me happy. It is something to look forward to. It is also a way to use some of the thousands of photos I have on my hard drive!
But besides that, the writing itself is a gift. To rearrange words, express thoughts, and write a few sentences to share with the world: For this, I am thankful.