How many times have you been asked to write something when you have no thougt of what you want to write about? So many topics, so many choices to make. For me it is like asking to find a needle – - forget the haystack – - how about a needle at the bottom of the ocean??

My mind has a speed of its own making – switching and making changes as it feels the need. I of course am just along for the ride. That ride can take me all over the world of thought that is a magic carpet ride of fascination. I can go from one thought to another faster than the blink of an eye. It is awonderus world to be sure!

My personal biggest problem is to stay FOCUSED on just ONE topic!

As the butterfly flits from one thing to another – better yet – the humming bird! Wings that go so fast that even a camera has problems to capture them as they zip from one flower to another, to the feeder, then off to some place else – only to return and do it again – but this time with a change to order and even possibly adding things just for a change of pace.

Thoughts are the fiber of our very being. They reflect within who and what we are in the world. The written word is the placing down in a form to share with others what is within. A memorial of sorts, permanet as long as the paper lives – or in this case as long as the website hold out or it is deleted and wiped away from view.

Do I write with total abandon, no worry with content and just let it flow, crashing in as a wild surf upon the rocks? Or better to take another route in sharing and be more like that river with the under current – you know that it is there and when and if you test the waters you find out just how much of an under current there is?

I write in both ways.

When there is a rush of thoughts, or something is funny and I want to share it in my sarcastic way of sharing that seems to make others laugh – I am the crashing wave on the surf bringing in with it all sorts of things that one can pick up off the beach of writing and collect and enjoy and share maybe later on with another.

On more serious topics I take the time to make sure that the waters/words come out smoothly, no ruffle of the water to be seen unless one really wants to test the water/words – and only then will they feel the undertow that is flowing. For me, this is a more painful form of writing as it is a literal taking a living part of me from within and bare all to any that want to see – be willing to listen to the comments that I may not agree with, a realization of the fraility of mankind, myself in particular.

For me, to write and make someone else smile – not difficult at all. In real life to talk to someone else and leave them with a smile – very easy to do. I am the ‘everyone’s friend’ person. The person that people like to be around. The one that they call when they need to talk and have someone that really will listen.

But there is also the other side of me. The one that knows my insecurities and failings. The one that really would LOVE to hide such from the world but instead will take small bites of it – share it – because to laugh on yourself stops others from laughing first.

No matter if one writes about something that has nothing to do with their self – their self is within what they write. A part of them lives within those word. It takes breaths and blows into the mind of those reading. Sometimes the others will take those words to heart and think about them. Ponder on them to see if they have caught all the facets within the words shared and adding from within their own self their own words that broadens and adds more life to the words originally shared.

To think that one has nothing to write about is to admit that you have not lived – and GOD KNOWS I have had one heck of a Nantucket sleigh ride of a life! I have had experiences that show the many colors and hues that challenge a rainbow – the sadness also of finding out that there is no pot at the end of that rainbow.

Writing gives you at least if not a pot at the end of your rainbow of life when shared – a sharing and glimps of the gold that you have lived. To not share it is to allow it to die.

LONG LIVE THE STORY TELLER!

Long live those willing to listen and read their words!