Thursday, February 26, 2015
My mother sang me the words. I sang the words to my children. They will sing the words to their children. This simple "Old Counting Rhyme" has soothed many a child since 1957 when it was first written. My copy of Over in the Meadow is worn, and the spine is broken. Like other childhood favorite books, its condition tells how much it was read and loved. Some people put these treasures away or give them away once children are grown, not me. I visit my bookshelves regularly, picture books have a special place in my house and in my heart. Over in the Meadow is one of them.
Thursday, February 19, 2015
Every once and awhile I grab a piece of paper and pencil and let my mind go while writing. I put down on paper whatever pops into my head. Generally I already know what direction my thoughts will go, but rather than force words into a perfect format, I speak out loud as I write. Whatever comes out of my mouth, gets written down on paper. No editing involved! You can try it with anything.
Here's a short sample of some Free Writing I did today.
If I could stay I would insist
that I could touch the sun
I'd reach across and fill my mind
with beams of light and love.