Vessel

I write to calm the soul mostly, whether it’s ideas filtering down from rays of sun on the beach or explosions in the middle of the night that end up scribbled out on a note pad near-by. My intended quest is always to refine and improve on those sudden bursts and floating thoughts that come sporadically and leave me rejoicing, or sometimes pondering. Whichever be the case, I am a vessel being filled, but never becoming completely full. Sometimes I’ll happen upon an idea that lingers and begins to take shape until finally, I just have to put it to words, or sometimes I wait, intensely, for an idea to fall from heaven, each word, each letter falling exactly in its proper place. Each person I meet or place I visit along the way influences me in some way or another, all becoming sweet poetry on the page.
My goal is always to share with my reader what a mountain stream sounds like, or how a summer forest smells. I want my reader to feel the warmth of a smile, the adrenalin of a chase, and the taste of a tear.
I rely heavily on a higher power to lead me. Even though I don’t always understand His direction, I could never have come as far as I have without that leading. My constant plea is always, "Fill my cup, Lord." He does not disappoint.