
Once I learned the value and malleable nature of words I found more comfort in writing rather than speaking. As an art of expression, I was better at the former. When teachers responded to my work and encouraged my writing I knew I had something akin to a gift. This gift equaled that of clay given to a potter. There was an unspoken expectation or even demand that I knead, sculpt and create something out of what I’d been given.




It is time…
Love this, Wendy!
ReplyDeleteYes, I agree it is time. I love the "brillo pad men, and "kiss of sun on their faces as they sprawl out in a book."
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Blessings on your future writing.
This is beautiful, Wendy!
ReplyDeleteThanks, ladies! Glad this finally posted.
ReplyDeleteThis is lovely! I'm glad it finally posted, too.
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