Written By Robert Horn, The London Writers Society (LWS)
Birthed from a thought, a hint more than anything, something vague begins to form. Its character a mystery; its origins unknowable. Whatever it is, a trickle perhaps, it gains incremental momentum. A feeling, a big bang without the explosion, founded in nothingness, it swirls among the clouds of thought, unaware, unseen as our daily life moves onward. Without a sound, bashful even, pondering that perhaps one day it might emerge…
Out of the woods and into the stream.
The busy day behind, it begins to still as the cup of coffee finds its soothing purpose. The cup returning to the coaster, the thought that had birthed some time ago spies an opportunity to reassert itself. Through the day it had bumped into several other thoughts, sensing that they may have a commonality of purpose. So, as this first thought returns to consciousness, it brings with it this new friend, thus growing from just a thought into an idea. A change happens, though slight it may be, that it just might grow…
Out of the woods and into the stream.
Somewhere between the sips of coffee, this fresh idea gains purchase. Being
held tenderly, it is considered, turned, and then considered again, merit gently assessed. This idea, born from obscurity, begins to realize that some attention has fallen on it. As the cup empties, new ideas are introduced and hope builds within this idea that maybe, just maybe, it just might emerge…
Out of the woods and into the stream.
The morning welcomed, the chatter in the trees calls for breakfast to begin. The bird feeder replenished, and coffee in hand, this persistent idea is reconsidered. Somehow what began as a trickle, has matured. The coffee once used as a tool for relaxation, has become the host that introduces other ideas to this idea. As relaxation gives way to purpose, these ideas fall into rhythmic order thrilled in the knowledge that they have achieved what they quietly yearned for; recognition, value even, within the soup of a story. And now with confidence and sure-footedness, these ideas emerge from obscurity and step…
Out of the woods and into the stream.
The London Writers Society wishes the readers of the Middlesex Banner a happy, healthy holiday season! We look forward to sharing more prose and poetry by our members—all local writers— with you in the new year. Thank you for reading local! Learn more about us at www.londonwriterssociety.ca.
