My other niche

It was not my average Thursday.  Perhaps it was an escape from the mundane. For weeks I’ve been anticipating this day, holding up my curiosity for the Coffs Harbour Writers Group, where I must have, in the past, imagined will be a part of my element. I’m not a professional writer but with sometimes an overactive imagination, I needed some form of outlet. Some may celebrate or even frown on the images I seem to just naturally concoct in my head. It could lead to the birth of a fictional book of some sort but without some form of nourishment, my knack for this type of art needed to be reined.

So today I may have found my essential reprieve where opportunities for mind expansion are fostered enhancing creativity and imagination, strengthening the love of writing. I got a boost of that ‘writer’s self-confidence’, encouraged by the passion of the writers from the group, both young and old who seem to take comfort in the camaraderie that have provided them avenue for self-expression.

As I sat there, I was compelled to put my listening skills into practice, attentive to every word spoken, sensing the emotion of the writer as each one reads out courageously somewhat a portion of themselves. And then there is this ‘aha’ moment when I realized the power and life the art of reading brings to a seemingly ordinary word. It must have been the premise behind the film Inkheart as I suddenly recall one if its character named Silver-tongue.

Quietly, I recommit to the practice of self-reflection where I have learned and sustained much of it as a blog convert. It’s my way of bringing clarity and sense to all my contemplations.