A Few of My Favorite Things

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A Few of My Favorite Things | www.AngeLeya.comDo you have the song playing in your head right now? Because I do. :)

So I came across a blog challenge, thanks to one of my Facebook writing groups. It has prompts for 52 posts – one a week for a year. Seeing how I don’t do a whole lot of personal blog posts, I thought it would be a good exercise. And fun, because extra writing should be fun.

First up is a few of my favorite things.

1 – A writerly love.

As a writer, I love pens and paper.

I love the possibilities they pose. The lines that can be drawn, the words that can be scrawled, the paper that can be filled with all your hopes and dreams, all your joys and disappointments. And when you’re done, you can go back and relive it all, reading through the words, tracing the lines, stirring the same feelings that pumped through you the first time you put pen to paper.

(And yes, I tend to prefer pens for their smooth feel, but I also love pencils for their forgiveness and soft touch, especially when I’m sketching).

2. A fabulous family.

My family is another of my favorite things.

My kids, so beautiful and full of potential. I only hope I can give them a solid start so they have a firm foundation when it’s time for them to soar.

My husband is a rock to my turbulent waves, which I lean on when things get tumultuous in and around me.

My mother is that source of comfort and love when I don’t have the strength to love myself, and my father is the mountain – always waiting in the distance for when you need him. (Dad’s also a whiz with repairs of most any nature.)

And my brother and his wife are the sweet whispers of friendship, blowing through on a breeze of kindness and compassion.

3. A divine glimpse.

Although I could go on about so many things, I think my third favorite thing is the painted sunset.

When the sun and earth kiss and the sky blooms into a color, when a burst of light shoots through the clouds in one last wave goodbye, that’s when I know there must be a God.

For where else could the song of rapture come from?

Where else could the swell of something greater consume you in the hope of something more?

Conclusion

Ah, I enjoy being a writer. *smiles*

So, what are a few of your favorite things? I’d love to read about them in the comments below.

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