The thing I have found most startling about this move is I’ve lost my “voice”. I have a hard time crafting the words and find the rhythm of writing I once had. I may have mentioned this before, I’m not sure.

The thing that I have enjoyed most about my move is having a closer connection to nature. When I walk out my door, I’m in 120 acres of dog heaven wilderness.  Every morning Coe and I do about a mile while I drink my coffee and wake up. In the afternoon, depending on the weather, the heat, and our creaky joints, we do another lap, usually a bit longer.

I find sanity and serenity in these moments.  I also find tremendous inspiration.  I enjoy the sounds of crickets, frogs, birds, and cicadas all in some whirlwind of harmony. I just finished the best book, recommended by my dear friend Margie. There’s a line in the book, where the female character talks about most people don’t look up during the day.  I cannot imagine not looking up and seeing the wonder that surrounds us.

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Inspiration.”