The weather is overcast & dreary and no matter how much I wish it did not weather plays an integral part of my mood. Clouds and rain = melancholy &  sun = happy.  I am sitting in Barnes and Nobles and the wonderful smell of ink on paper and coffee fills my senses. The smell fits my mood – filled with wonder yet longing to be curled up under the blankets.

I read a great quote today from a little known classic book called “Alice’s Adventure in Wonderland” by Lewis Carroll, I hope that it defines me but I know too often it does not.

“There is no use trying,” said Alice; “one can’t believe impossible things.” “I dare say you haven’t had much practice,” said the queen. “When I was your age, I always did it for half an hour a day. Why, sometimes I’ve believed  as many as six impossible things before breakfast.”

Too often I don’t practice the impossible. There are times that I even wonder what that looks like. Can I even imagine the impossible? All the wonders of the world are at my fingertips and I just need to practice the impossible.

Here is to practicing the impossible and everything that wonder holds for our earth worn souls.

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I have a love/hate relationship with words. I always have. I go through phases of wanting to do nothing but reading and then months go by before I pick up a book and read. The same with writing.

I used to write religiously. My 8th grade teacher always told me I would be a writer someday, but I was stubborn and really did not want anyone telling me what to do…so I never developed my skills. Looking back now I wish I had nurtured my natural ability and turned it into something really worth ‘writing about’.

My question is how do you develop a skill that has been dormant for so long? Really what is it that makes someone crave something that seems so unobtainable? Could it be all the time I spent watching Lois Lane work her magic at the daily planet or could it still be the influence of an English teacher pushing me to do more? Really I am not sure, but I feel pulled into many different directions.

I think it all might start with really learning to love words, to explore them, let them roll off my tongue, and let them live in me. Much like a fine wine I am hoping that some things develop with the more time they have to ferment.

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