Early morning chill and bright blue sky this campervan morning. Noisy planes streak across open sky above me, their underbellies catching the rising sun. They must be using a different runway, it’s constant and has not been so for a good while. Patches of thin silky cirrus cloud passes slowly overhead, criss crossed with dissipating contrails. Rumbles from far off traffic this morning too. It’s a busy Wednesday already. A whisper of a chill breeze passes over me, feeling it today, the coffee most welcome. Far off cockerel, a smattering of house sparrows, but the relative absence of anything else. That said a couple of magpies swoop in, their staccato calls and responses filling in the air. The sun is just catching the tops of the oak and the ash, the promise of some warmth to come. The regular squirrels patrol the tree tops, leaping from oak to ash as they make their way onwards. There’s a Wednesday feeling in the air. A sense of half way through the week, the weekend not far away. The young film maker and writer N'Zuri Za Austin once said :
“ Wednesdays are for writers, and directors, and actors. Wednesdays are for creating art, and poetry, and poetry in motion. Wednesdays are for protest, and rebellion, and artivism. Wednesdays, are for words from my notebook.”
The energy to create and be on a Wednesday. I love her discovery of her writing form which she describes as :
“ The true beauty of words were in the motion they created “.
The importance of Wednesdays as part of the journey. Her perspective kind of changed mine too. This morning felt like any old Wednesday, today it now feels like something quite different. Interesting where we find our inspiration. From a conversation, picture, quote, film, word, project, friend, book or whatever. This morning, this Wednesday feels slightly different. Lovely days people.
“ There is creative reading as well as creative writing.”
Ralph Waldo Emerson.
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