Well, I’m back. Sort of. And momentarily.
The launchpad. The place I always leave from 🙂
The summer travels are complete and planning is on the way for the next round. Hopefully some more before winter sets in. And definitely more on the distant horizon of 2020.
If I had my choice, I’d never land. I’d stay in perpetual motion.
For the moment, that is not meant to be.
While I was out “there” roaming, and hiking, and absorbed in Nature, I began to formulate some stories. Scribbled down some ideas. And then promptly misplaced most of them.
It’s true. I couldn’t even remember the titles I had saved them under. So filled was my mind with my surroundings. The true Spirits in the wilderness.
Computer searches aren’t exact. Aren’t exactly effective at all. So for the past couple of weeks, I just couldn’t find the keywords to lead me back to those scribblings. Those unfinished thoughts.
So this morning I embarked upon a thorough search. Title by title. And much to my surprise, instead of the two unfinished articles I sought, I found nine hiding away in the memory banks of my laptop.
So now it’s time to see if I can finish any of those thoughts. Or if I still want to. I have to say, the creative juices have gone a bit dry as I am readjusting to the place I’d rather be departing from.
So we’ll see . . .
Photo: Nymph Lake. I chose this pic for its dual meanings. Looking at this magical place, one can visualize that mythological Nymph. The beautiful Spirit inhabiting these waters. The sunrise glistens on the mountains overlooking her. The morning fog burning off in the distance.
But I also like the image of an immature form of an insect that evolves and changes over time as it grows into maturity. That is the stage those lost, and now found, stories lie. They are Nymphs. We’ll see if they mature with time.