A Perilous Journey on a Road Widely Traveled

Words are sometimes complicated. The rhythm can be out of sync with the feeling intended to transport the reader. Some say writing is a perilous journey on a road widely traveled. It feels new to me. Like taking a jaunt off the much traveled highway into the wilderness. I want to travel a path perhaps hiding under the cover of natures treasures. Sweeping away the leaves and foliage as I make my own pathway lit by the sun and the moon. I feel fresh, vital and alive. All senses alert, listening to the sweet rhythmic music of the words. No pressure to impress, only complete and utter trust in the message.

For you see – I am the messenger. This makes my job much easier. Think of me as the delivery girl. Manuscript in hand, I  walk towards my destiny, allowing myself to enjoy the journey. Sometimes I stop to rest, in other moments I feel a soft urge to press on. Every now and then I trip on the underbrush, but I have good balance and right myself quickly. This is an adventure, not a single moment of it is to be missed. I find myself making friends along the way. The breeze whispers in my ears. I see rainbows in the clouds and know I am heading in the right direction…

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