Today I am making a choice to challenge myself as a writer. I know, I write to you here on my blog, but I need to stretch my abilities, to gain some skill in other areas of conveying thought. To that end, I have decided to join up with thousands of others, HERE at The Daily Post.
It is not my intention to write every day, but through the week I may choose one or two prompts to stretch my brain and foster my creativity. How ironic then, that in choosing today to begin, the prompt should be one of a personal nature? Well, it is said to write about what you know, and so I begin.
Audience of One: Picture the one person in the world you really wish were reading your blog. Write her or him a letter.
You often told me of this lovely place and asked me to come visit you here. Your descriptions of the countryside, and the joy in your voice told me it was special, yet I delayed my interest in visiting. I was afraid to let go of home. Afraid of going somewhere new. So I stayed.
Why did I wait till your memorial to come and see you? Only then to discover what a beautiful place this is… after you were gone? How many times did Bob tell me that he wanted to leave California, to get out and live somewhere less hectic, more rural, and I dug in my heals. Resisted. Shut my heart to the thought.
I finally made it here little brother, and you were right all along. It is a beautiful place to live. My only regret is that you are not here to enjoy it with me. I write about it often here on my pages. I share the loveliness with others, and only wish that you could read it, that I might share it with you too.
I miss you little brother,