January Seventeenth; Footnotes of seeds

Planting seeds.

In a conversation today while discussing writing, I mentioned these blogs. I said that most of the time my posts tend to be on the short side. (Unless I get really wound up on a topic that is.) I keep them relatively short deliberately.

First because in this day and age attention spans can be short. We want our information in sound bites and thumbnails. Unless you are like me and suddenly find yourself with nothing but time and can spend the day reading, time is a precious commodity that has to be doled out selectively. We seek out  that which will educate us in things we need to know. We seek out entertainment. In short, quick bursts, so we can then go about the next item on our task list.

Second, I hope to plant that seed. The seed of curiosity. The one that grows, making the reader want to know more. The seed of inspiration, where one feels better after reading. The one, that encourages you to go for it, to move forward, to take that risk. To believe in yourself.

Third, to get a point across, without being overbearing. To share my thoughts and beliefs, yet leave room for other view points. As when planting seeds for a garden, when that seed grows, it sprouts in two directions. The roots going deep into the soil and the stem of the plant stretching for the sun.  With discussions, there are roots that go deep into the intellectual, grounding and securing the topic. Then there is the stem that reaches for the light, the emotional, the thought provoking. 

Fourth,, to share some of that dirt road living. When we grew up learning and appreciating the simpler things. Finding contentment in things that cannot be stolen from you.

I love searching out the seeds in my life to share. The moments, the lessons, the thoughts. Passing on bits and pieces of country life I love and maybe even eventually sharing grander adventures. If and when I decide to extend the boundaries. Maybe even the place I call my hometown with  the train track that splits the middle of town, or the smaller town with a post office, a gas station and one traffic light. Okay, so there is a little more but not much. 

There is always something, that seeds can be planted about. Always something to tickle the mind and allow curiosity to grow. It all depends on how you feed and water it, on what you get out of that growth.

About rebecca s revels

A writer, a photographer, a cancer survivor. An adventurer of the mild kind, a lover of the simple pleasures such as long walks and chocolate. A Christian unashamed of my faith and a friend who is dependable and will encourage readily. Author of three self published books with more waiting to find their way to paper. An advocate of good things, a fighter against wrongs.
This entry was posted in Uncategorized and tagged , , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.