The Bookish Kind: My Word Life

Saturday, October 14, 2017

My Word Life

I don't do Instagram, although I would really love to because seeing pieces of people's lives is beautiful, and everyone has a story. Maybe this place is my story. Words from my life, shared. Bits and pieces, stray thoughts, ...glimpses into my existence. It's all here and it reflects who I am and what I think. My word life, one snapshot at a time.

Joy

I will never tire of the wind,
be it a cold winter blast
that takes me off guard
with it's bitterness,
or an exhilarating spring or
fall tempest that sweeps me away.
I get caught up in it every time,
...it's as if the wind is calling
my name to come out and play.
The trees become my cohorts,
...those gentle giants that sway
back and forth with delight,
as they gracefully bend to and
fro - they get caught up every time,
too, and are surely clapping their
hands in mirth.
In these moments, I am a
beautiful bird who was made for nothing more than ascending
to the heights where the currents await me. Joy.

For the beauty of the earth