Whenever I look at this picture I see a pair of out-stretched arms bent at the elbows. Wild apples trees seem to have so much personality, their limbs are often gnarled and twisted, their gray bark dotted with holes. Seems these days I look at things differently, seeing the little bits and pieces of personality along the way, instead of always looking at the bigger picture.
It makes me smile to think of a large dark object my son and I once saw in a tree lot that we thought resembled a sasquach. It was, of course, only a tree that had blown over and uprooted. Not that we thought we were actually looking at bigfoot, mind you, but it was kind of fun to make-believe. Once we got a closer look, and was able to see it more closely, it no longer resembled a sasquash even from a distance. Go figure!
I love the way we can take something and dream it into being something altogether different. We all did that as kids each time we looked into the clouds and watched them shift and change.
The difference between someone who writes ,and someone who doesn’t is a writer takes every day life, twists and gnarls it together, adds little bits and pieces of personality, and then records it all. As writers, we come from many different walks of life, some of us are highly educated while others are not. Yet beneath it we are all just people, living, loving, and laughing like the rest of the world, and recording life as we go.. I suspect the rest of the world adds all those bits and pieces of personality to everyday life as well, they just don’t choose to write any of it down.
Whether or not you record all the places your imagination takes you, here’s hoping you all have a great Mother’s Day weekend! Oh and Happy Birthday to my baby who celebrates his birthday on Mother’s Day this year. Best Mother’s Day present ever!