“The art of writing is the art of discovering what you believe.” – Gustave Flaubert

Descriptions Not Words …

As my days unfold I observe something interesting. An insight likely known before but not seen very clearly. I want to be a writer … a purveyor of words and descriptions … an observer of life that offers comments about his observations and his experiences along his journey. As I hike or move about my retreat I notice I no longer think in “words” … in singularities … but take everything I see and feel and express it in my mind as a description as though I’m committing it to written archive. Even the simplest thing … a bird in flight … becomes not just a bird but a brief story describing its place within the whole and the feelings I sense being witness to it. It is something I never recognized before … something that shifted along my way and is now how I am. Is it a signal? A sign? Or simply just a moment created by this unique circumstance called “retreat”? I will ponder it … but I sense I already know the answer …

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