Word-Wakening

It’s been ages since I sat down to write just for the joy of writing.  Today I’m in Pittsburgh, visiting an old friend, and I’ve caught up with a load of things that have been dragging behind for me while they are at work.  It feels good to be on top of my stuff enough to be cool to just sit down and write!  It’s a WOW for me – How long ago did I do this?  How much amazingness have I missed out on?

So much time has passed since my last casual page-blurt that I know I’m rusty.  I’m like an old hinge on a seaside door that hasn’t been broken open for years, constantly exposed to the salt spray, wind and rain without a bend and now scraping off the rust and stiffness to open in true expression again.  Now, wide open for the first time in ages, I never want to shut the door again!

The words are pouring out in waves of love pulling on memories of page-blurts-past, tingling with joy and talent, exploration and purpose, with memories of smells of other coffee shops and sounds of different cities.

Today it is Pittsburgh, a beautiful town-come-city waking up each morning with a welcome smile and a breath of fresh air.

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