I’ve been writing more lately than in any of the years since college. And one thing I can say with certainty is that once you begin showing up for the writing, the words you choose, the words you notice, begin to change.

Today I want to start you off with some words that inspired me this morning.

A Song Of The Future

Sail fast, sail fast,

Ark of my hopes, Ark of my dreams;

Sweep lordly o'er the drowned Past,

Fly glittering through the sun's strange beams;

Sail fast, sail fast.

Breaths of new buds from off some drying lea

With news about the Future scent the sea:

My brain is beating like the heart of Haste:

I'll loose me a bird upon this Present waste;

Go, trembling song,

And stay not long; oh, stay not long:

Thou'rt only a gray and sober dove,

But thine eye is faith and thy wing is love.

Sidney Lanier