Soaring Through the World

Monday, November 15, 2010


This coming Wednesday is the evening our journaling group gathers at Phoebe's Art and Soul, which is located in downtown Muncie.  I'm afraid that our group won't exist soon because the number of us keeps dwindling down.  I can't survive without my word mavens.  I would be living on a desert with no live-giving water to satisfy my inner creator.  They fill me up with love, acceptance, encouragement to press on, and spiritual hope.  I want to shout from the pinnacles of the lovely orange and red trees how much they mean to me!


Linda said...

I am so glad to read this--I am so glad that someone else feels the same way about journaling that I do! I would just feel lost without our group and the writing that we do together. I am also worried about whether or not we will be able to continue. It seems like our numbers are dwindling and I'm not sure what we need or how to stimulate our attendance. As long as at least a few of us feel the way you and I do, we should be able to keep going. And maybe this is just a natural ebb and the flow will increase soon! Let's keep writing and sharing and praying that we can continue. I am so glad that we found each other through the group! You are a blessing to me!

Sandi Baron said...

Your writing is improving dramatically. I love it. You are quite the collector of words and sender of heart messages. We will not desert you. We will keep writing someway. Maybe God has a different twist or new blessings for us. I really like the new gal that teaches at Ivy Tech. I hope she continues and new ones come. I hope to see you Wed. if I get better. I have a horrendous cold and have been down two days. Surely, by Wed. I will be better.

The Riverside Writer said...

We will survive, Norma, we WILL! I'm glad you find the writing process so meaningful - and it SHOWS in your work! Please don't stop!!

christie horvath said...

Last night I saw this wonderful blog and your comments. I looked forward to the meetings, friendships and creative flow. I now am in the desert you describe. Most evenings I am unable to attend anything. I so much wish I could on the first Monday and third Wednesday sit with a group. The laughter, the got you and the creatives muses were/are unique. Please continue to believe. Your writing is changing. I miss your laugh and Linda's giggle. Save a seat in spirit for the ones who can not come in body.