That, my friends, is a writer's mantra, since writing is a form of meditating. So, when I tell you that I like this . . .
I have to tell you why. Here are several reasons why I like these images. Like? Hmm. Okay, first, let us examine the word "like."
like 2 |līk|1 find agreeable, enjoyable, or satisfactory: I like all Angela Carter's stories | people who don't like reading books | I like to be the center of attention. verb [ with obj. ]
The definition does not aptly describe how I feel when I look at this. I need a better word. I "appreciate" the images. Immensely. Now I shall tell you why.
I immensely appreciate the images, colors, and the feelings they evoke, because they remind me of Ancient Egypt. I have a thing for the ancient place.
I am especially drawn to the simple lines of the drawings on the left. Simplicity was a major draw to graphic design when I pondered what I wanted to be when deciding a major. I wanted to be a graphic designer. Breaking things down to their simplest form had/has major appeal. So why am I so long winded? I'm a Texan. See how simple and easy that was. Graphic. Direct and to the point.I can do that.
Now, the simple image of the Sphinx's head is easily recognizable, as are the pyramids in the background. The lotuses at the bottom remind me of the lotus in so much of ancient Egyptian art. The colors? They're okay. They remind me of rug patterns more than anything else.
I especially like the gift because of the giver. Not many people know or could have known of my affinity for Ancient Egypt. Her knowing or not, but sending it just the same, makes it beyond special. That's not saying I don't love every single word, envelope, letter, card, postcard, how d' you do, or even thoughts, that are sent my way. Because I do. Mail makes me feel like you found me, among millions of others the way Google Earth manages to find the unexpected, and you wrote to me, or you answered a letter from me. I appreciate that. For real.
I have spent most of this lifetime trying to remain anonymous and unnoticed. So how did I get the courage to send a write-out to the world, hoping someone would respond? I dunno. Beats me. Who knows?
I do my best to show it with every letter I write though. I hope it tells, too. I hope my letters show AND tell you how important you are to me.
I hope you know that I cannot/will not ever write empty words just for the sake of saying I sent out mail. I want my words to count, and matter, and have meaning. Because you do. So, I cannot write back unless I have something to write about. You never know when you'll read, "Hey, from Texas!" or "Dear You, how are you?" And, "Sincerely sincere, This Limner."
Coming soon to a mailbox near you? MAil!
Love & hugs,
P.S. Hey, Misty! I'm in bed with my box. Thanks for a gift that just keeps on giving.
Dear Patty, I need to know that you are okay. I need to know how all of you are who were affected by the quake. Be safe!