Musing Moments

  I gaze into your eyes. Your depth is from a lifetime of experiences.   You are truly a jigsaw puzzle that fits imperfectly making you perfectly unique. You forget God makes no mistakes. You see scars but miss the beauty marks others see. If only you see yourself through others eyes!   Right in this moment, I am tuned into you, a woman full of mountain climbs that shaped her.   It feels like more than one person could possibly contain.   And yet, there you are, sometimes unaware of your true reflection.   I shut off the light and turn away from the mirror.  

  I stared at the blank canvas as if enough color would breathe life into it.   My goal was to go from drab to memorable. I wanted something that would scream “Look at me!” As I glanced at my palette, laid my colors out and got my brushes lined up, I smiled. The first touch would set the pace. A good foundation is essential when creating a masterpiece, or perhaps, in my case, trying to emulate that vision. As I dabbled, smudged color and mixed hues, it was complete. Standing back, my face with make-up on was an illusion of beauty.

 Since this blog may contain many drabbles, I thought it best to quote Wikipedia 's definition for what one is for readers unfamiliar with them. See below: A  drabble  is a short work of fiction of precisely one hundred words in length.  The purpose of the drabble is brevity, testing the author's ability to express interesting and meaningful ideas in a confined space.

I’ve not blogged in forever and a day. It used to be a passion. I was steadfast in posting. I went from that, blogging, to more serious writing, sort-of. I challenged myself to write a book, then two.   Okay, check mark, done! Then I left it behind and dived full swing into reading, exponentially! Now I found myself on the tail end of life.   I'm at the age I always thought was old. I reflect more than ever, remembering all the days, as a youth, I not only read constantly, I wrote. Too many times, I felt my voice didn’t matter, that it wasn’t heard,   much like so many characters I have read about over the years. Writing was my ‘out’, my chance to be heard, even if I was the only one reading it. It still is. So, I am back, at least for now.   Who knows what tomorrow brings. Hopefully some of what I write will touch you. If so, write it down and share your thoughts in some fashion.   The world needs to hear your voice; you were destined to share.