Blood is thicker than water, but ink is thicker than blood.
Over the years, I have gathered a tribe, formed my own family of brothers and sisters. We have a shared love of words, passing around quips and phrases like well-loved heirlooms.
Spread out to the four corners of the world, we are as close as a keyboard. Crossing time and distance, as if by magic.
A day does not pass without reaching out to one of my scribe siblings, giving or receiving encouragement and support. They understand my manic need to write, to express the stories rambling through my head. In turn, they know, they can come to me with their words, and I’ll appreciate the worlds they created.
It is the best of what “family” means. We support, encourage, counsel, tease, coach, critique and commiserate with each other. We don’t look alike, but we think alike.
Wow. It looks like they got in a line just for you!
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Here, here!
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I love the thoughts in your words here. So very true! And the picture really struck me as will. Outside of my office building, there’s a walking path around a large pond. In the summer, I would see a little band of turtles, just like yours are here. Every day I would think, “I really should bring my camera to work and capture those turtles.” But I never did. 😦 Yours bring back warm memories for me!
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Hehe, great capture!
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