A small something to put on paper.
A small distraction from my wild imaginings straining to be written; the profundities of human experience pestering to be penned.
A small comfort to be charmed, a tinkling bell to signal a change, a transformation of light, love and learning: the tolling of hope for the wounded and the weary.
Words enchanted with truth and transfiguration. Trapped and pinned like butterflies on the page.
And Yet
Simultaneously……. released by writing…….. to wrestle up and over the currents of fear and forbiddens: to seek and settle in a heart, a head or on a hand.
Lightly landing to leave a tiny trace of fairy faith; a caress of human kindness:
Blessed be.
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