And so it begins.
A
notion of continuous prose.
A spark to break the
spell & get me writing
- and imagining myself
in someone else's
skin. Work of wonder,
a world of dreams. A place
familiar like
Lucy in her war-
drobe or Alice in the
rabbit hole. I delve,
I walk, I run and I
wonder. I wonder what the
future will bring and
I wonder what colour
the sky will be tonight. I
dream of the sea, of
the waves and the dark
sky. The stars. The punctum.
My life filled with the
thoughts of that spark of
life. The eye opening sparks
that fly around us
all the time. Do we
notice the little things? So
preoccupied with
the day. With the me-
diocre statutes of the
day. Do we look. Do
we look for the joy
and the love and the
wonder? I do. I
am there, on it. All
the waking hours
of life. I am looking, watching, waiting.
For you to notice me.