Friday, February 4, 2011

Pretty Lies

Feeling the warm sun on a random February day - all I wanted to do was breathe in the moment.  And hold on to it.  Wrap myself in that hour and pause life.  Make the out of control merry-go-round stop spinning.  Breathe and feel warmth, feel connection, disappear and yet be seen.  
It is what it is.  A story captivates me.  I am curious.  What drives the story now?  How was it shaped back then?   How are the story elements fused and blended?  Somehow I know I have things to learn from the story.

And so I wait.  Wait for more time.  Wait for more tension.  Wait for trust, connection, and surprises.

Curiosity must be patient.

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