Come Play With Me: A Writer’s Wish

McKinney Falls State Park

By Angela Noel

May 11, 2017

Words, Come Play With Me

Sun-warmed pine reminds me of home and mountain vacations. I want to write like evergreen smells.

My husband’s heart beats steady and strong when I lay my head on his chest, ear pressed against skin. I want to write like his heart sounds.

My son sighs when he snuggles into the crook of my arm for bedtime. His contentment and mine fuse like a warm blanket. I want to write like these moments feel.

Clean water rushing over my hot toes cools and tickles. I want to write like the water flows.

The petals of wildflowers on tender stems weave and nod when bees visit or wind blows. I want to write like these flowers play.

After three hours of errands, a tired glance at the mirror reveals inside-out pants. The snorts of my laughter scare the dog. I want to write like life is laughing with me. 

Creators weave unique tapestries with universal threads. We mine the diamonds of memory to touch the divine.

Your turn: What are your favorite things? What diamonds have you found?

Author: Angela Noel

Seeker and promoter of awesome people and ideas.

10 thoughts on “Come Play With Me: A Writer’s Wish”

  1. I just like words. English is such a word-heavy language and I love searching out just the right word for the occasion. I like playing with them and seeing where they lead. English might not sound beautiful, like French or Italian, but we can be more expressive, because we have more words.

  2. I love this Angela. When I can imagine being or doing what a writer envisions, that is good writing indeed. Except the inside out pants! Don’t even want to think about that! 🙂

    1. Ha! I had a very good laugh when that happened and my son still reminds me, “Hey Mom, remember that time you had your pants inside out all day?” Can’t ever take myself too seriously with that kid around!

  3. The diamonds in my life come from giving and receiving hugs from those I love. They sparkle in the eyes of those who smile with their eyes. I see the preciousness of creation when I drive on the rim of the mountain and the valley is blanketed with clouds or washed in the pink glow of a sunset. Diamonds lie everywhere. We just have to be willing to polish them to see how blessed we are.

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