I haven’t trusted myself or my writing at all this month. Just before six I put on my sweatshirt and hat, walked outside and laid in the driveway. Two clouds like Chinese dragons came up on either side of the moon, and I thought about the times I worried I’d never get warm.
Colorado, the first time we went camping with a borrowed tent that leaked. It was mountain dark. The sleeping bag was getting soaked and all I could do was tremble. I crawled inside the car, but the cold still came and sleep didn’t and all I wanted was the sun.
As the sun moves up and over mountains it creates great shadows above the tundra. Shadows like blimps, hot air balloons coming down, giant floating cities in the sky.
Penny Jar 
And this is PRECISELY why you should never doubt your writing. Gorgeous prose. I felt like I was right there with you.
Ah, thanks, Beth. I just wish I could get the right angle on the stories I want when I want them.
Achingly lovely.
So was the view. š
Exactly!
Thank you, Sandra. I appreciate you stopping!
Beautiful. Poetic. Like Beth said, we were lying beside you. And thank you for sharing what we could not see.
Thank you, Linda. š
Chinese dragons are a symbol of power, strength, and good luck. There you go, missy. You’re all set. And, I never doubt your writing.
xoxo
Perhaps the dragons were expecting me then. Thanks, Christi š
I love that even when we doubt our writing, it never doubts us. When you are meant to write, it keeps coming back. And even if it only comes in brief bursts like this (which is absolutely breathtaking, by the way), it comes the only way it knows how – with a need to be written and shared. Thank you for sharing.
What a wonderful way to think of it, Kari. And you are so right, even when it feels burned down it still drips in lines and phrase.