Stopping To Smell The Roses: Easing Out Of Writer’s Block

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Stopping To Smell The Roses: Easing Out Of Writer’s Block

“I think it pisses God off if you walk by the color purple in a field somewhere and don’t notice it.”  – Shug talking to Celie in The Color Purple by Alice Walker

“Come forth into the light of things, /Let Nature be your teacher.  —William Wordsworth

Sad news had me distracted today. I didn’t want company, but I wanted to be around people, to hear voices, laughter, life, so I packed up old fashioned paper and pens and headed to the Allentown Rose Gardens.  It was an afternoon of quiet writing under a tree with branches that arched over me like dancers’ arms.  A painter set up her easel near me.   Friends took photos of their children, all blonde hair and pink dresses.  A boy mastered his bike, training wheels ready to start collecting dust in the basement.   Newlyweds, all nervous smiles and linked hands,  took photos under the gazebo.

I was able to relax and unlock part of my writer’s block.  Here is what helped inspire me:

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