I’ve always been a public reader and a private writer. A few years back a fellow human took the liberty to place me on the internet. Lines that I had written for few eyes to see, ended up in this blog, wrapped in a “Happy Birthday” wish.
Beneath my gently outraged reaction (after all it was a birthday gift), I couldn’t deny a sense of adventure and excitement at the prospects of being “out there”.
Although I have what looks like a writer’s, poet’s or even photographer’s blog, I don’t consider myself either of them. My gift is not writing but being able to see the miracles that present themselves on a daily basis, most of them easily passed by, like rocks on the ground. I like to recognize the gem in each and every one of them. I guess writing (and taking photos) is my way of honoring, and appreciating those moments, even if my writing crumbles to dust compared to their beauty.
If you have found your way onto this site, I have either told you or one of your friends about it or you have been ‘misdirected’ here. Either way, my wish is that you stumbling in here will result in finding something that will remind you of those miracles and how beautiful and perfect YOU are.
Because you are.
We all are.