“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: