A Writing by Mary: Inspiration
It may only require a single word, or a pop in a moment from our memory. Perhaps a color, a sound, an aroma. Real yet imagined. From a mute speck of dust, to the glowing ring of any moon. Our swift and constant philosophies of what is and what was is the spirituality that binds the harmony of our poetic thoughts, GIFTING us with inspiration of every kind. It tunes itself in unstoppable ways, subtle ways, bold ways, time-stands-still ways. Inspiration inspired, clapsed in survival and deliverance by all mediums of release.
My pencil and paper are of the trees, my led an element of stardust.
– Mary Overfield
Writer and Artist