EDWIN JONES

A Big Hug. That is what so many wanted to give me when they read what I posted last week. They also asked me if I was OK. I had been writing my thoughts down for a few months, which I do not often do. I usually tap tap tap (that’s me on my keyboard) and then click post. This time, I just wanted to respect my thoughts and process enough to ensure I wanted to say exactly what I wanted to say. I am OK, very much so. It was just now the right time to put it into words. I knew this sort of thing would probably make others feel specific ways. A mentor told me recently a writer is there not to say to others what to think. I agree. But to share your art and accept the reader can choose how to approach it. Just place it there, like a simple flower on a path. And some can come along, pick it up and smell it. Place it behind their ear and keep walking. Others can see it, smile and keep walking. Others will not notice and even crush it under their shoe. The path is covered in flowers, rocks, cigarettes, and gum. Sometimes ants, often ants. I saw a caterpillar the other day but only got a blurry photo.

I am just happy at how much warmth came from what I shared. The story of Alexis and I, in some ways, was a very common one. It made others think about their own past love. Their own discoveries that were unknown to them. People I didn’t know. Then others who do know me, but never knew about that chapter. Its inspired others to write, and others to move on. Thats all that matters. Us sharing and encouraging others. Keep walking that path and avoiding the gum, admiring the flowers or taking them with us. And I am always here to give someone a big hug.