Practicing the Craft In Thought Facebook Pinterest Twitter I wonder. What does life look like from the plane I saw skimming the clouds? I wonder. Do old shoes find their way home? I imagine a white-haired cobbler, his bench slick with age, lovingly, ever so carefully, herding the leather uppers onto a new soul. Matchmaker. I wonder. Does a baby dream of green fields and red poppies before ever seeing them? Do memories – tribal, really – seep into the brain, ensuring a long line of unbrokenmemory? I wonder. Do we fight sleep because we are haunted by the long sleep we know is ahead? I wonder. Facebook Pinterest Twitter Previous How I Blend Imagery & Words as a Creative Newer A Walk Amongst the Stones You May Also Like Delphinium blooming again. Happy #writerslife [Inspiration] One of My Favorite Quotes My Top 5 iOS Apps and Why None of them Have to Do With Writing Leave a Reply Cancel reply Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *Name * Email * Website Comment All content copyright Nancy Hendrickson. All rights reserved.