I sit here and listen to the loud grinding noises of city life or an on going groaning from near by work. An airplane is heard flying nearer and nearer, then softer and softer grows the noise as it disappears out of sight.
The less harsh words of nature, are heard bringing sweet melodies to my ears through the chirping songs of the birds.
I feel the gentle breeze of the wind and hear the faint rustling and whispering of the leaves.
My eyes peer out the window and take in the vine climbing up the wall of the neighboring boarding house. Orange fragrant blooms rest with striking color against the old stucco wall. Blue skies for eternity.
My senses become alert, eager to take it all in, trying to let nothing go unmissed. Its easy for day to day to go by and so little is remembered from each moment. So little is truly delighted in and yet there is so much delight in this world. From the giggles and laughter of children to the gurgling of a creek.
My desire as a writer is for others to experience what I experience in the life around me and inside me, the things I see, things I smell, the things I feel deep in my heart, or the things I touch with my hands.
I write so that others can feel that they are right there with me though they may be worlds away. And not only may they be right there with me, but may my readers enjoy it and find delight in every little and marvelous wonder of this world. My desire is that the words I write would make life come alive and that you, my reader, may enjoy it too with all the senses God gave you.
Or may the words I write stir your own heart to feel and connect with the things I have felt deep inside. Whether I write of tears and sorrow or of joys uncontainable, may your own heart resonate with mine and may we sing with one voice and delight once again in our Savior.
I cannot write well unless I am experiencing well, and the only way for me to experience well is to be all there.