Forge

What can I write about today other than to say keep forging…keep writing…allowing the tendrils of ideas to weave and wend their way through the Gardens Of Your Imagination, until they find the perfect spot to bloom.

That’s the curious thing about vines. They add a certain quality of beauty to one’s Garden. If left to their own devices, they easily overshadow and overrun all others who dare to compete with them. Yet if you learn to work with them, and can strike the perfect balance, they provide great compliment and enhancement. Each and every tendril knows exactly where the sun is best…and they creep and crawl, and reach, and stretch until they’ve reached their heart’s desire. Each story within us is much the same. And it is we who must learn to listen to their cryptic voices that we might be guided towards true Light!

There’s a bit more to do before the next work will be finished, and I hope to have a more proper update before too long.

Happy Writing!