One Sunday my friend Kali and I were sitting in a local bookstore flipping through magazines, and she found one on artistic blogging. That was the motivation for joining the blogging world. There's not much of a map for traveling around in this world, and it's easy to get lost. But I have discovered some amazing blogs. And it's all so beautifully visual. For example, check out intothehermitage.blogspot.com. But I'm not that visually creative. When I color, I color inside the lines. Even when I knit, I tend to follow a pattern.
I like words.
Words can be sarcastic, witty. "It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune must be in want of a wife" (Pride and Prejudice). They can be sharp-edged and capable of cutting: "Lady Bertram did not like at all to have her husband leave her; but she was not disturbed by any alarm for his safety, or solicitude for his comfort, being one of those persons who think nothing can be dangerous or difficult, or fatiguing to any body but themselves" (Mansfield Park).
Words are powerful.
Words can be heavy, like a brick dropping on your foot. Words can be light, like the shade of blue in the early mornings this time of year in Florida, or like the cotton candy that melts in your mouth and leaves you running your tongue over your teeth to catch the sugar flavor.
You can jump into a bucket of words and make them overflow. But if you throw words at someone, throw them gently. They can really hurt.
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