It’s a silent Winter morning. The soft sunlight rising behind the mountain, is embracing me peacefully. Its gentle hug opening my mind’s eye to the soothing miracle of nature’s beauty. No matter how often I get to witness those morning treasures I always feel this quiet sense of awe.
My creative world opening bit by bit as I am now reading the other book I had borrowed, following Brian Miller’s advice. Anne Lamott’s words guiding me into this world of writing I always wanted to know more about.
Grey and cold, the outside beckons me once again to grab my camera and look for Winter treasures sprinkled around my neighbourhood. Grabbing my comfy jacket, I’ll be looking for them and will share with you all that I find.