Writing Smiting...

My fingers fly across the keyboard; spilling out thoughts, prayers, and dreams; funny and heartfelt stories regarding life situations. Who knows if all this is worthwhile, who knows if anyone even reads my ramblings; yet it is somehow therapeutic for this person who can't help but think and feel deeply to have an avenue of release; a place to 'get it all out'. I am an open book for sure and may just haul off and write one someday. Although, unlike my eldest daughter; I have NOT yet been discovered. :0) I stepped out, became vulnerable and sent one of my writings with a tale of outdoor wanderings and nature observations only to be courteously rejected. A reply something like, "I can see you feel connected to nature as I do. Keep writing."... end of story. Ah well, I suppose I will keep writing, only because I can't help myself.