I search for words that when stitched together, as in an eye-catching tapestry, express something with texture and richness, and I hope, beauty. Fingers are crossed for a glimpse of a sparkling thread, or an unexpected color, that draws a reader in. Sometimes I fail miserably. But on a good day, as with the surprise of a wonderful candid photo, I capture a spirit, and a heartbeat. Then I watch a story come alive.
Some stories nearly tell themselves. We can be lulled into
thinking that a teller need only assemble a few words so they can pass a good one along.
A story that nearly tells itself needs a deft touch, a light
hand; a few stitches to knit it together, a flashlight to highlight the
required areas, then a speedy getaway so the story teller doesn’t get in the way. She
leaves the benefit of the tale to its reader without distraction or interference.
That isn't easy.
This is an exquisite story about life, what it asks of some
of us – almost too much to bear, and then even more. For me, someone naturally inclined to observe and ponder human nature, I easily felt the grip of this narrative.
The author who penned this
blog entry says of herself, “I am a convergent media artist, photographer,
author, blogger and joyful student of life.”