I can’t explain my dreams. But I know they happen.
I can’t explain love. But I know it happens.
Even the most critical scientific discoveries lay bare areas that have never been addressed or known, new areas ripe for discovery.
It’s an unending process for us. It’s all a divine mystery.
“That is part of the beauty of all literature. You discover that your longings are universal longings, that you’re not lonely and isolated from anyone. You belong.” F. Scott Fitzgerald. His words ring true for the writer and the reader.
I suppose that explains the soothing nature of writing to those of us who love to write. For instance, I get positive feedback through my blogs across the globe. It is meaningful for me.
When I read aloud, it is a novel experience. I have a greater emotional reaction when voicing my words to others, more likely, for instance, to tear up. The spoken word is something communal and powerful. I appreciate that in my feedback at readings.
I hope my blog speaks to you of much more than the mundane. Perhaps, one day you will comment, if you have not. Thanks for listening.