I love words!
Reading them, writing them, hearing them, sharing them. There is a beauty in how they can create such wonderful images, that they can create a vision that brings those words to life.
I love them to flood the senses, touch the heart and trickle to the soul
I'm a word whore.
I can't get enough of them.
But, I had a truly wonderful present recently - a rather wonderful gift of words, something written, something sent to me, for me.
A poem.
And I loved it.
And while I am not going to share it here, I just love how when you read something, as you see the words before you that they reach out, touch you, touch the heart, flood the mind.
And it was that and more. A whole lot more!
And I love it.
The gift, the words, the gift of those words and that someone has such a wonderful gift and shared that gift with me is something quite lovely and it plunges in and warms the heart. There is something quite special, that someone takes that time, that thought to send such a wonderful present.
I've been touched by words, and in several ways recently, left lost for words of my own in response (quite a rare thing for me yanno?) but, sometimes it does happen.
But that's the beauty of words.
And I love them.
