Sometimes I just use this blog to store photos. One of these days (my dad’s favorite saying) I’ll not be able to hike. I’ll be in a recliner, feet up, something cold to drink, and I’ll go through all these entries.
I had NO idea that this would become what it has become. I am a better writer. Still not anything special, but better. Once in a while something good comes out. Really pretty good. When that happens, it’s never forced. It just leaves me and lives on the pages. So cool.
When that happens, its not me writing, or maybe it’s just a different me. Maybe a Spiritual me. I never judge those posts. They are right. It doesn’t matter what anyone else thinks. They are right.
Maybe that is what it means to be authentic. Not influenced consciously. I’m sure I steal stuff from other writers or things I have read or heard, but they have become mine. I never thought of myself as an artist, but what I just described is art. My process. Sometimes I can paint that way as well. I can play music. I’ve written songs. They come the same way, too.
There is a workbook called “The Artist’s Way.” If this subject interests you, pick that book up and try it on. You may find the artist in you, too. I think it may be the part of me that I like the most. It’s been there and I have been acting on it all my life. I just didn’t know it.
Where did that come from? See. It just happens. I only meant to post some photos here. So I guess I still will.
This isn’t one of those good ones, BTW. 😂
I’m going to pick some out and see about a compilation of the ones I love. Why not? it won’t be a book. Just a bunch of essays. Essays on life as I see it. I’ll get my kids to help me. This will be fun. 🙂