For me my passion for prose has always centred on creative writing. So the fact I scraped through last year performing the bare minimum of a task I use to treasure is about to be rectified (and eventually, I hope, in a big way!).
In order to do this, I’m finally linking up to a “Write On Wednesday’s” group where we receive a prompt and get to try our hand at being creative.
Its the perfect avenue for me to began flexing a forgotten muscle. And I hope that just like I worked hard to find my blogging voice in 2011, 2012 can be all about rediscovering my imagination.
On that note, I’ll dive on in to Exercise 1 for 2012 with the below picture as its prompt… (Drum roll please….!)
He strolled along the gritty grey sand, shoulders slouched and hands shoved deep into his pockets. With eyes downcast there was no opportunity for him to witness that the hue of the sky now matched the matter beneath his feet. Nor did he notice the hulk of ancient nature looming before him until he became face to base with this woody heirloom of ages gone by.
He had clearly been far too embroiled in the internal slanging match inside his head and the ensuing angst that then permeated his soul.
Yet the fact that he had almost managed to escape seeing such a sizeable chuck of fallen foliage made him pause. Could there be other items and issues, noticeable to the majority of the world, that were also be passing him by without his knowing?
Staring into its intricate web of gnarled and windy roots was like looking into an endless vortex. He had been so fixated on the thoughts that each jostled for his immediate attention that he almost missed a rare opportunity to simply ponder Mother Nature’s power.
With his shoulders now set in a relaxed line and his hand free to swing by his side, the seaside march continued; except this time he was both lighter of heart and pace. Because sometimes a moment spent immersed in wonder of nature has a way of making the seemingly significant suddenly insignificant.