Forty Plus Miles

           We were wild, playing late into the night. We were bold, inventing and entering such an outrageously courageous thing call living and play; even in this darkness. Making a game of the most basic of everyday (or should I say night?) tasks. Finding food became fun with each new moment of creativity used to do such a thing. Searching out shelter, exploring what was around us, was now exciting as we welcomed each task with our wild creativity and game we made to overcome and live. Here we were alive, even in the night, possums that humans think only know how to play dead, actually living in the wild, more than surviving only.  Sidenote: If any of the writing on this blog has made a good impact on your life in someway (EVEN if it was something you may have enjoyed reading for a particular reason), please feel free to share this blog with someone else who could be blessed also. Thank you for your support! 

           In the night I'd write, something short; quite. In the morning, snoring, somewhere deep inside; tried. Writing, mining, here with tired soul. In the night and morning, writing before I'm snoring. Sidenote: If any of the writing on this blog has made a good impact on your life in someway (EVEN if it was something you may have enjoyed reading for a particular reason), please feel free to share this blog with someone else who could be blessed also. Thank you for your support! 

 "One, two, three, four, five.".  Counting syllables again.  "One, two, three, four, five.".  Everything changes right here. Written; everything counted.  Sidenote: If any of the writing on this blog has made a good impact on your life in someway (EVEN if it was something you may have enjoyed reading for a particular reason), please feel free to share this blog with someone else who could be blessed also. Thank you for your support! 

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Busy going, creativity resisted; writing still. Sidenote: If any of the writing on this blog has made a good impact on your life in someway (EVEN if it was something you may have enjoyed reading for a particular reason), please feel free to share this blog with someone else who could be blessed also. Thank you for your support! 

No fancy words, just something said.  Creativity calls, and I've shown up with crayons.  Writing with ill-prepared tools of the soul.  No fancy words, just something said.  Jotting down thoughts with these crayons called ideas and expressions.  Speaking from a tired soul that's worn.  No fancy words, just something said.  Creativity calls, and I've shown up with crayons.              ......... But crayons still color, and I'll color with written words; painting a word picture of perseverance, grateful for something new when I just wrote. Sidenote: If any of the writing on this blog has made a good impact on your life in someway (EVEN if it was something you may have enjoyed reading for a particular reason), please feel free to share this blog with someone else who could be blessed also. Thank you for your support!