The sun plays hide and seek above scattered clouds–sometimes causing shade among the sixteen ancient oaks in my yard on this June day. Traveling by on the highway, the cars and trucks are not ancient–some are the latest models equipped with high-speed transmissions, and all of them disturb the quiet morning.
But the Corinthian Bells’ hand-tuned wind chimes move with a gentle sway at the edge of my porch. The resonating sound is pleasant. I sit here writing. And I’m having coffee from a mug inscribed with these words: Sit long, Talk much, Laugh often. The unique mug was given to me by a writer (long time friend) and member of my critique group. To the inscription on the mug, I’d like to add: Write long, Write much,Write often. And start a blog!
© 2013, Freeda Baker Nichols