After many years of university study, words become scrawl. Scrawl becomes a treasure trove of inspiration. Text turns into it’s own motif. The greater the need to focus the more text becomes a rhythm. A rhythmic sea of text that appears and disappears like waves on the beach.
Unexpected words from a speaker cause a flurry of scrawl barely readable. Then, as the tide of information dissipates, thumbnail sketches appear like cocktails at a resort.
Drawn at a professional development weekend on teaching ethics. Discerning the Message was drawn on a Best Western notepad while listening to a keynote speaker.
My best thoughts are in the clear of the night. Away from noise and garish light. I type away, keep sleep at bay, and reflect upon life’s everyday.
This rhyme is for you fellow traveller, for I know as you write the moon glows. You reflect on all that should matter, as your words sing soft tunes as you go.
Sleep well fellow traveller for tomorrow, we shall share our new tune for the day, and reflect on all that should matter, for this tune is our everyday.
BY DEE GRANT 2020
So I wrote this last night amongst a string of musings. I know I am not alone. There is a quietness here that provides clarity. I wonder if that is where people write their best work. If so there must be alot of tired writers out there.