An actual text exchange.
Me: Before this day is out you are going to kiss me passionately.
She: What has brought that on…?
Me: Because I want to kiss my wife.
She: R u sure u meant to send that to me…?
I then had to convince her that my text was in fact intended for her.
This empty nest phase is going to take some getting used to.
When I see something that is beautiful, I am caught up, mesmerized and captured by it.
I resign at the end of each day to end my quest for a life beyond what I could think or imagine, determining that I have nothing to say or write that would cause one tittle of difference in the heart or life of another person.
Then I come across a quote like this.
The pen penetrates the heart, the soul, where the sword penetrates the flesh, the skin and bones.
I caught a glimpse of what I have dreamed of, yet has eluded me thus far.
If words from a pen could only capture the mind, the heart and soul as easily as a sword captures one’s enemy I would indeed be victorious.
And victory would bring with it a life of untold imagination.