It’s that time of year. Pumpkins, candy and things that go bump in the night. So of course I had to find somewhere to write that fit the mood.
Write Anywhere #15: Cemetery
There weren’t any benches or gazebos to sit in at this small cemetery so I stayed in my car looking at the stones. Instead of Halloween spookiness, it got me thinking along eternal perspectives and spiritual possibilities.
To see the world in a grain of sand and to see heaven in a wildflower, hold infinity in the palm of your hand and eternity in an hour. – William Blake
Every stone represented a person with a story and a unique spiritual fingerprint. The physical bodies had faded, but like the stones the spirits endure. As long as there are people to tell stories, the stories continue. To uncover or imagine the story that people leave behind fascinates me. I guess that’s why historical fiction is one of my favorites.
Where did you write this week?