Once upon a time, words were my weapon of choice. I wrote quickly and effortlessly. I needed to write about the things that were on my mind.
I still feel the need to write sometimes - still want to write - but the words don't come easily any longer. At least, not the words I want to write - the ones that tell what's in my heart as well as in my head.
Riding the fourth wave of the pandemic, I wonder if there's any point in even trying.
But then I remember that writing used to bring me joy. And goodness knows we could all use a little more joy in our lives these days.
This week, I went looking for joy on the coastal barrens near Peggy's Cove. There's a reason Peggy's is iconic. The lighthouse is unremarkable, but the rocks on which it stands and the landscape surrounding it sometimes seem otherworldly.
These photos don't do it justice but they're the best of a bad lot. The light was harsh and I mostly used the wrong camera settlings. I'll have to try again another day.
Words can be hard at times. Sometimes you have to write out the imperfect words to at least partially express what you're feeling, and get that out of your face so you can write other things. I think lots of people are so emotionally blocked dealing with COVID and all the fallout that they don't know what to think or say, let alone write.
ReplyDeleteWe only visited Peggy's Cove the once, and were unimpressed with the unremarkable lighthouse. But then, we didn't have the time to wander around the nearby area like you did. The rest of Nova Scotia is beautiful, why wouldn't the area around the lighthouse be the same?