For the beauty of its telling
by Bonnie Pockley
While I was cutting up old books for a creative project I’ve been working on (more will be revealed later), my scissors perfectly dissected the most poignant turn of phrase. This little section of sentence leapt out at me from between the blades, capturing – at once – my mood and my meditation. It was as if I had entered into conversation with the page, and within the poetry of the verse, found recognition and understanding. Today I took photos of my children playing, enraptured with an invisible world, deep within their bliss. Why do this, you ask? For the love of it, for the record, for the interest?
… for the beauty of its telling.