 Image by Myriam By Robert Stanhope
The words were scorching, the lines flowing like lava, singeing the pages like wooden matchsticks, the plot igniting, turning to ashes in the wind, on the barren land, one ember smolders, sparking another story.
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Just over a week from today, I'll return to "The Sunshine Town" of Newport. New Hampshire - my hometown. I'll be joining other writers, the Newport Native Writers Group, for two days of writing workshops, readings, and Q&A sessions. I always look forward to going home, except for in the winter months. I have family in the area, friends that I typically only see at class reunions, and there are familiar sights and foods that simply bring a comfort to my soul. There will be breakfast at the Country Kitchen, a Village Special at Village Pizza, and cold beer at Salt hill Pub. My daily workout won't be at the gym, instead taking my steps to Main Street, Small Town USA and maybe a few laps around the high school track. There will be time set aside for reflection on a bench, or on the steps on the gazebo, on the Town Common. In all of these places, there will be storylines continuing to develop in my head for current and future works-in-progress. I hope the sun will actually shine as I know this time of year brings many showers to The Sunshine Town. I'll be returning to jeans. shoes, and a light jacket instead of the shorts and sandals that have become much more to my liking. I'll be ribbed as I shiver if the temperatures are less than 70 degrees, "That Southern weather is making you soft." I'll laugh and say, "Come enjoy the heat during the Florida summer days." We'll see who's soft and call it a draw. If you are in Newport on May 11th & 12th, join me and other native writers at the Richards Free Library. We'll share stories and laughs. If you want to join a workshop, register here.  Nature is calling,
Not on a smartphone, Not with Skype, And not with Facetime. Nature is calling With fresh air, Miles of open trails, And brilliant sunshine. Paddle a kayak Down a sleeping stream. Take a vivid pic With the blink of your eyes. Scale the face of a mountain, With a white knuckle grip. Celebrate your selfie Overlooking a densely forested valley. Go for a therapeutic walk Along a soft sandy beach. Receive an instant message From the tweet of the seabirds. Blog your relationship With the great outdoors After you lie in a tent Gazing into the Milky Way. Unplug from the gadgets Connecting you to a wired world Filled with visual noise And life’s dramas. Plug in to a world That’s not complicated To follow or like. Plug-in to nature. |
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