Over the past few weeks I've been questioning many things.
Like, if we read about a bird landing on our porch,
would it be the same as if we saw it for out own eyes?
A rainforest is interesting to read about in text,
it might sound quiet like a creek...
But to see it in real life...
sounds a whole lot different.
Are well living life well?
And having fun while doing so?
Can we be a light in the darkness?
Do your words build up?
Or do they water down and destroy?
At times we live life in the wilderness
Overshadowed by beauty and grace.
This week I've realised how much water inspires me to write.
I've also seen how real life
is a teacher in itself.
Learning is in the doing.
Can I write words that will take people to places
so they feel they've really been there?