This morning, I stepped out on the back porch of the Lake Michigan cottage we’ve called home for the past week to a sound I hadn’t heard in so long, I’d almost forgotten ever hearing it. Church bells rang out in the nearby village, and I lingered outside until all that remained were echoes, punctuated at just the right moment by the wind chimes on the back porch.
This past week, I’ve encountered something else from the past – something I hadn’t experienced in so long, I’d almost forgotten ever feeling it. I’m talking about the feeling that comes from having an idea so exciting, you can’t wait to see what happens next. It’s like a teenage crush. It’s on your mind throughout the day, no matter what you’re doing or who you’re with, and sometimes even into the night as you plan for what you’ll do when you can be alone together again.
I’ll have to wait until next month to tell you about my new crush, and how it came about (in case you’ve wondered where your own creative passion went), but I’m going to cut this short for now because a), the only Wi-Fi available is at a coffee shop with very short hours, and b), I have to get back to my writing! Until then, let the church bells ring!