Some of my favorite stories have come as a result of reading your stories. Some are stories that perhaps I thought I might write someday. Others are stories I hadn’t even thought about writing until I read yours.
Thus, when I sprout, though it is not a personal response TO you, it is a direct result OF you. For me, a sprout is a consequence of being so compelled by your expression of your intimate and authentic thoughts, experiences, emotions that I cannot sit on my hands (Quaker style) and be quiet! I must speak! Through your wonderfully well-chosen words, something significant and life-giving is newly sparked within me.
Having said that, please also believe me when I say! For every story I sprout, there are 99 more stories I admire and appreciate. Thank god for the ‘love’ button. I notice that I carry your stories into my daily life as reflection and into my dreams as raw material. In fact, though I love reading books, for now at least, when I give myself the luxury of taking time to read, I gravitate to your stories. (Just wish I had time to read and love even more. Forgive me. I fall behind quickly.)
I receive your stories as generous and heart-felt gifts. Thank you for expressing! And I offer mine in the same spirit. Thank you for receiving!
[Image by Barbara, And In-Visible Meditation, 'expressreceive', © 1999]