"I must write it all out, at any cost. Writing is thinking. It is more than living, for it is being conscious of living."
Anne Morrow Lindbergh
Saturday, March 10, 2012
Went out walking this morning to enjoy the start of a beautiful day here in North Carolina. I felt the peace of an unhurried morning and the budding signs of spring slowly chipping away the cares of the hectic work week that just passed. Turning at the corner of my house to go back inside to wake my son, I noticed the blooms on my camellia bush were gone. Faded red and white petals lay strew across the ground, a carpet of welcome to all who enter my home.
Even though I thought the show was over, the waxy green leaves shared their surprise with me. Nestled in the branches of the tall shrub was one last lovely star waiting to shine. A single blossom, the last of its kind till fall, offered to me as a gift for taking the time to notice its peppermint perfection.
Who knew writing in this challenge would bring so many lovely rewards?