I have a confession to make...I have been cheating. Now before y'all get in a uproar, let me explain myself. A writer is not like an average person (if one truly does exist) in that they must enjoy every option available to them. So the truth is...I have been cheating on my blog with my journal.
Call me old fashioned, but I like writing with a pen, paper, and in cursive. Sadly cursive is a dying art because it is slowly being eradicated from public schools along with many other things, but that's another topic for another time.
I've been journaling since I was a kid, but have taken a long hiatus because of my 154 word document page story I wrote throughout the my beginning college years, poetry as inspiration comes, some memoirs, and this blog. I picked it up again because I realized how much I missed it and because the passing of two friends, back-to-back years, both the same age, just got me thinking a lot. So much that I needed a private outlet to empty my emotional bank into when their dam had been breached.
Not all of it holds sad, heavy, writing, however. One is filled with poetry and happy, personal thoughts and the other pays tribute to life, love, and friendship. These, however, are not yet fit to be shared beyond myself and may never be.
Yesterday I found myself on the shore of Lake Erie at Lakewood Park. If you haven't been there, it's a beautiful place to be. Watching the sunset there made the list of Top 100 Things to Do in Cleveland on Cleveland.com. I tend to be less in the park and closer to the shore because to me, Lake Erie is like the complicated relationship I never had. Some days, the lake is so calm that the water is like glass. You almost don't want to touch it for fear of causing a Wrinkle in Time. I can lie on the beach and listen to her waves or sit on the barrier wall and gaze across her while catching a spectacular view of the Cleveland skyline. Some days, she gives up her haul of fish. Then, without warning, she'll turn into utter rage, sending rogue thunderstorms or chaotic snow that dumps in a confined area or even withholds her treasures from me.
Looking out over the lake in the summer, puts your whole world into a new perspective. To see the sun set, with a vast array of clouds, coupled by the various birds and a strong wind, is just an amazing picture of how the Artist Himself saw beauty and created this earth to compliment that beauty...man. To us, we see other people as ugly, worthless, inferior, hopeless, weak, and complete failures. But God put His hand into the blackest of voids and created something beautiful, more beautiful than beauty itself. Even if He was satisfied with Adam alone, the whole earth was already created for him. The same goes for all of us. If each of us was the only person God created, the Grand Canyon would still be grand. The Northern Lights would still be majestic. The Alps would still glisten with wonder. And the sun would still shine from sea to shining sea.
On a final note, Mountain Top begins in 7 days. Get Ready!
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