The details

 

I'm doing a writing course at the moment - it's fabulous and I love it. I love the way it inspires me to write in ways that I may not. I love how I sit and write and listen and be heard every week by people over the other side of the world - yet we have shared joy and heartaches, pleasure and torment. Their words excite me and take me to places that I dance in, swim in and bring treasures back to embed in my own writing. I love it.

This morning I wrote this - I guess it gives you a little insight into why I write and what inspires me. It is nearly always the details. The finer details. The small things that catch my eyes. The ordinary magic in amongst the day to day...

The details.

I've always loved the details.

The tiny specks of dust floating through the air, when the sunlight catches it on an Autumn afternoon.

The way grass heads seem to dance in the wind with each other, whispering sweet nothings into the ears of their partner.

And the way a bead of sweat will trickle down the inner curve of my breast in the midst of love making, and I can feel the droplet of pleasure and heat carving a line towards my belly.

The way a cherry tomato bursts when you press your tongue against the roof of your mouth, the sweet juice exploding across your tongue, the little seeds like a gift for your teeth.

Or the way a child's eyes rest for longer, always longer on the faces of others, reading deeper and further into the meaning of an expression, as if they are trying to work out the secrets of the universe.

Or the way the light catches on the tears that well up when you're happy, or when the ocean stays in your eyelashes, moments after you resurface from a wave, like you're looking through the lens of a watery universe.

Or the way the wind catches on a stray whisker, a sign of getting older perhaps, but always in the car, when I have the window down a particular height.

The details.

It's always the details.

Giving me so much joy in their beauty....

It was a quick five minute scrawl - but I like it.

So today, I invite you notice the little things, the finer details.

Because I think maybe that's where the magic is.

With gratitude

Anna

xx