Serenity.  One can close one’s eyes and sway gently as a soft melody plays, memories of dancing close to someone whose heartbeat you can feel.  It’s that feeling when things seem to make sense… although I will admit that for me, this moment does not come around as often as it used to.  I lost a lot of confidence with the passing of my wife, and it is confidence which brings forth serenity.  When one is confident in the world, their skin, their purpose, their path, their relations and I could go on forever. 

Still, I am fortunate in that I can still find serenity in words.

Not just any words, however.  Rather words strung together with purpose and feeling.  Words which lead the mind to leap forward.  Words which massage an emotion, so gently at first, then with a passion that most reserve for lovers. 

I have found over the years that for me, serenity in words does not come from reading other people’s work, but rather from playing with the language myself.  It is always more fulfilling to get one’s fingers dirty than to admire someone else’s flowers.  The same can be said of creating with words.