I miss writing. There is something soothing or comforting in the act of placing the symbols for sounds on a page. Stringing them together to form thoughts or ideas that can be shared is quite fulfilling. What is it about this simple act many of us take for granted, that is so enticing? Perhaps it is taking the intangible, thought, and giving it a life to be touched, viewed and, with the right implement, even smelled.
Extracting ideas, that without the written word, would have no place to go, they could be told verbally, but it isn’t the same as existing on the material plane, giving them concreteness, is so exhilarating for me, that I often find myself writing about nothing more than writing or the idea of not having ideas which is still giving form to the creation of something from nothing. The nothing being lack of thought, the something being the words I am writing and hopefully you are reading.
Ahh, fulfillment.
