Let me hold the door for you. I may have never walked in your shoes, but I can see your soles are worn, your strength is torn under weight of a story I have never lived before. Let me hold the door for you. After all you’ve walked through, it’s the least I can do.” – Morgan Harper Nichols
Ms. Nichols came to me via a friend who shared her poetry. That’s how it works.
You are the vast blue clear sky.
The clouds are like your thoughts.
Sometimes the clouds are big, puffy and exciting.
Sometimes the clouds are dull and gray.
Sometimes the clouds are dark and ominous.
Sometimes the clouds are so full of moisture they rain down tears.
But … you are not the clouds.
You are the vast blue clear sky. – Author unknown
Ethel Lee-Miller blogs regularly about people, the power of words, and the writing life. She’s retired from professional writing gigs after 30 years of teaching, coaching, editing, and gathering writers to publicly share their work. She is the author of Thinking of Miller Place, and Seedlings, Stories of Relationships. In retirement she’s writing to inspire, to connect with folks, and for the pure enjoyment of it, and Zoom writing with her writing group, and sharing Zoom stories at Odyssey Storytelling, and Tucson Tellers of Tales.
