Deeviations

~ my space to be; as I deviate into the dark unwritten sky, trailing constellations of letters behind ~

Yay... half century!

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Nopes! Not cricket or my age (plssss)! :) Wellll today, I have a little over 50 precious readers who follow my blog and I am absolutely delighted! My first sweet little milestone! :)

Rewind. I began blogging in 2004, but it was a personal/private blog and I did not have the confidence or the drive to share it with the world. Not my comfort zone. Last year, with a little nudge from friends and my own soaring interest, I let my inhibitions go.. and on a spur created a new blog, yup 'Deeviations - deviating thoughts from Dee' and I was geared to make it public. But teeny weeny jitters and qualms surfaced, so initially though public, I shared my blog just with my close friends. But then *thankfully* slowly yet steadily I started reaching out to other bloggers and writers (yes you) over the last three months, and the experience I must say has been absolutely phenomenal! I am soooo glad I took that step, cos now people, there is no turning back! Blogging has become a part of me. Enriching.

Over this one year, I have fortunately bumped into so many awe-inspiring bloggers & blogs that I ardently follow and catch up with at every chance I get! I am in awe of the raw talent, passion, creativity and the power of words out there... aah! so much to learn, ponder and perceive. I marvel at the way people think so radically and pen down their thoughts, each one encompassing an exceptionally different style of approach from the other, laudably and beautifully unique! Art.

Each day I revel in the glory of varied thoughts and expressions shared through the writings of you my blogger friends. Each day I revel in the comments I receive that encourages me and keeps me going with a happy trot and a cheerful smile... :)

Thank you so much - you encourage, humble and inspire me every day!

Today, the blogosphere is my second home. My comfort zone. Mine. Because of You.

Drops of nature and her.

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Lightning strikes, thunder bellows
The ashened sky with rain follows,
When all that breathes run to hide
She stops to cherish with arms wide...

Bedtime Black.

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I am a nocturnal writer. a solitary writer. Nighttime is my time.

Inspiration sets in when the sun sets down, when the sky turns a haunting shade of black – it’s my time for my secret tryst with words and thoughts. My 'fictional' quill and ink does the rest like a loyal shadow...

Like the perched owl within the dark forest looking for its prey, I embark on a midnight journey of writing... hunting for my nocturnal words. They are out there waiting to be plucked like stars out of the night sky... like silvery leaves off the sleeping trees... they are out there *silent* but there.

In the enthralling hours of darkness; reading thru my thoughts and capturing words... two persons surface from within me – the writer and the critic. They contrast, they compare, they clash, they concur. Sweet Triumph. A moment absolutely satiating... and the lingering bliss of it all as the words string together to become my next 'penned thought'!  :)

“The maker of a sentence launches out into the infinite and builds a road into Chaos and old Night, and is followed by those who hear him with something of wild, creative delight.”  ~Ralph Waldo Emerson

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