The written word seems foreign now. Particularily I am talking about the old-fashion long-hand letter writing and journaling. You know … what we did before Word docs, Word Press, LinkedIn, Facebook, and Twitter. Some of our famous poems and quotes were birthed in these letters and journals. Authors such as Thoreau, Twain, and Whitman are American classics. “Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart,” writes William Wordsworth. So I regret I have put aside my pen and paper. A letter or two to my estranged aunt, uncle, and cousin while wrongful imprisoned would be good for them as well as me. And I regret that I do not journal each day as I once did. In was my sanity through the most difficult days in my 1st marriage. Garden journaling would be so therapeutic, like gardening is.
- Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart. ~William Wordsworth
I have found a writer’s colony in the Ozarks. My new husband and I will visit there this weekend. We have in mind to write a historical novel based on real characters we have known in our lives. These characters are full of whit, adventure, and stature. We are in the autumn years of our lives. And we have much to say as the winter years come quicker than we like to think …
Deanna Greens and Garden Art 