I have been on the listening end of some beautiful love stories lately.
It is unfortunate that these stories have been triggered by grief and a need to talk of a lost loved one...
People are talking. I am listening. There are beautiful stories all around us. Sometimes we don't tell those stories while we are living them because life is so full of clutter that we can't hear the beauty in among the task of living-our-lives.
Love is all around us. We just have to listen.
I was sitting still with my thoughts this morning (okay, I was busy applying lotion to my feet before I race off out the door and off into another work-day) and it came to me. Love stories...
I must finish the writing project that has been filed under "Procrastination Project #21238" so that I can start a series. Love stories.
Love and marriage. Love and children. Love and pets. Love and parents. Love and siblings. Love and friendship. You see? No one is immune.
I want to approach one person at a time and ask if I can put their story into words, illustrate it and put it together in the format of a small booklet so that they can share their story.
One person at a time. Short stories. Stories that speak to everyone's heart.
I feel something stirring inside and it is not indigestion. It is a spark. I feel a flame begging for oxygen. I feel alive.
I must not delay.