What Is There To Write About?

What is there to write about?

Things I want to remember and things I want to forget. Feelings and impressions, snapshots of time, every day pleasures and midnight silence.

Today I helped pick out a pair of soccer cleats and a soccer ball for my four-year-old-first-born grandson. His Mama, Opa and I witnessed a milestone in his little life and afterwards celebrated the occasion with a practice session in the backyard. Isn’t that worthy of a few words?

Things that are meaningful to me and my family. Birthday parties and shark shaped pinatas. And the way this infernal contraption upon which I am typing keeps changing the word “pinatas” into “pirates” and refuses to allow me to spell the word correctly in Spanish. (What? No “enyay” key?)

Several nights ago my husband and I spent an evening lying outside in our double hammock and staring at the summer night sky. Stars trembled in the darkness. A delicate breeze quickened shadows and moonlight making life, at least for those few hours, so infused with the unexpected buoyancy of divine grace, I almost cried.

Everything about life. That’s what there is to write about.

 

 

The Beginning

Soliloquy:
1. an utterance or discourse by a person who is talking to himself or is disregardful of or oblivious to any hearers present.
2. the act of talking while or as if alone.

Song:
1. (for the purposes of this blog) poetical composition; poetry.