The silence of humans allowing the voice of nature to speak.

On words and where they come from

Sometimes you just manage to type out a fairly good piece of phrasing. I’m never quite sure nowadays where these words come from. An echo from a past where words came to me much more frequently and easily. I have to work a tad harder nowadays, the brain fog often obscures clearly and I can’t quite grasp when or what the words are trying to tell me. But the other day I managed this little gem

…the silence of humans allowing the voice of nature to speak…

No idea how those words arranged themselves that way, the y could do with some small editing but nothing huge. I knew the second I thought them I liked them. I could ‘see’ the image they inspired, the scene almost concrete in front of me. Could I manage any more? Could I heckers like! Maybe they ARE trite, maybe they aren’t original, maybe they aren’t terribly c reative. But hey, they materialised from my befuddled brain, and that’s something to celebrate. It’s a win, got to take them when I can.

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