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It’s a need

Sep29

Quiet 

Peace

Concentration 

No distraction

No questions

No conversation

This is why I come to the coffeeshop

Today I don’t have a pen

So I write on my phone 

My Earl Grey tea warms me up

The music in the background is soothing

Can you imagine where I’m sitting?

I’m on the second floor of my grocery store 

Sitting at one of the dining tables of the staff 

Having got my tea from the Starbucks downstairs

Many places can become writing spaces

I’ve written in libraries many time

In bookstores

At airports

And on the airplane 

You see what I mean

All that is needed is a means to record my thoughts

And an idea to start with

The rest happens by itself

Words flow

Thoughts are recorded

And for some magical reason 

I feel better after writing 

Is it the need for self expression?

The need to create? 

The need to connect with the ethereal space

art comes from? 

In any case

I feel refreshed 

September 23, 2025

I miss me

Jan4

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When I don’t write, I’m not me

Writing has become such a big part of me

When I don’t write something is wrong

When I feel good, I write quickly

Words flow

Ideas are there, no hesitation

The page is filled in a few minutes

And I’ve said my piece

When I don’t open my notebook

And if I do, words trickle down ever so slowly

I miss being me

January 4th, 2023

A poet?

Jun29

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I don’t think of myself as a poet
A writer, perhaps
A recorder if my reality
One who writes to be consoled
To be understood
To understand
To explore
To share
To celebrate
To make known

I’ve always written
And I always will
Writing is part of my identity

And if what I write moves someone
Or brings them joy
If it has meaning for them
And makes them feel less alone
I feel blessed to be part of their world

June 29th 2022

Why I write

Apr27

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Writing, just to write

Because writing makes me feel alive

Why do these letters and words on paper 

Have so much power?

These words are the reflection of my thoughts and feelings

And my thoughts and feelings are the reality of who I am

I see myself reflected in these markings on paper

This is a snapshot of who I am at this time

The place where I am in my journey in this world

Sometimes interesting things come to my mind

And I share them with others

Writing is a means of communication

And relationships are built on communication

Our relationships are what matter and what bring us joy

So I’ll keep writing to share my feelings and thoughts 

with those who will listen

And to create a self-portrait in this moment in time

April 27th, 2021

My reading chair

Jan9

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My reading chair

In my reading corner

In my bedroom

Next to the window

Where the sun pours in, in the mornings

My reading chair

A simple Ikea chair 

With a footstool

Usually covered with books

Where I do a lot of reading and writing

My reading chair

My oasis

My place of calm

Where I inhale the fragrance

Of other people’s thoughts and feelings

My reading chair 

For the last twenty years

And for years to come

Hopefully 

January 9th, 2021

Words soaring

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The scene is beautifully painted with words

Words, subtle

Words, descriptive

Words, powerful

Words, booming

Words, colorful

Words, soaring 

 

And this tapestry composed of words

With threads of gold, silver and silk

Is a feast for the eyes

Puts a smile on my face

 

The craftsmanship is second to none 

Created with love

Telling a story 

 

Words, magnetic

Words, magical

Words, intricate 

Conveying the complexity of the mind of the artist

 

Words are the emanation of the soul

Creating the most exquisite tapestry

 

February 26th,  2029

Writing

Feb21

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Do you know how you anticipate eating a delicious meal that’s waiting for you?

How you can almost taste it?

How you can smell the aroma?

 

Do you know how you anticipate seeing a friend you haven’t seen for a while?

Basking in their company and catching up?

 

Do you know how you anticipate entering your warm house

When you have been walking outside in a cold winter night?

 

Do you know how you look forward to sleeping in your comfortable bed at the end of a long day?

When you can’t keep your eyes open any longer?

 

That’s how I feel when I haven’t written for a few days

When I know I’ll soon have a chance to put to paper again

 

My thirst will be quenched

My hunger satisfied

My fatigue will disappear 

And joy will take their place

That’s what writing has come to mean to me

 

February 21st, 2020

My zone

Mar18

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I get into in a zone

When I write

A special place

A place of reflection and calm

I’m with people

But separated

There is talking around me

But I don’t hear it

When I enter this special space

It’s hard to leave

I like to linger

The world and its activities await

But I’d like to delay them

So, I stay 

I Stay a little bit … longer

 

March 17th, 2019