Writing Down the Light

I use words to make a living as a speaker and a writer. Hearing Billy Collins, the famous American poet, read selections of his work, I had a vision: With the backdrop of Mr. Collins' standing at the podium, hundreds of words were moving and blinking on and off like summer fireflies in the trees at Rose Hill.

As I sat in my theater seat, a thrill rushed over me like I had not experienced since childhood--pure, unadulterated joy. All I had to do was capture the lit syllables with the glass jar of my mind and then place them on a page to shine every time someone stopped to watch. Bingo.

Watching, waiting, writing down the Light. Welcome to my world, Friends.