Inheritance (Daydreamer)

Hey Big Sexy:)

I feel as writers our mind constantly moves. In all directions. Discovering what moves us to write.
We really are working scenarios in our mind. What feels right before putting down on paper.
Finding your own sense of writing style - which you constantly rock!

Having this gift handed down by your father is awesome.
It's like having similar writing genetics of the soul. Hope that makes sense:))

He's right there with ya - watching from the outside.

Thanks babydoll.
But eesh, hopefully he's not always with me. If so, he's seen you naked!!!

Wait, maybe that's why he isn't going anywhere. He didn't see any angels as beautiful as you up above.

We need to do an exorcism, dammit.  

OMG!!!  hahahah

Too funny - welp guess I won't be walking around in my birthday suit
anymore.  I'll take some holy water from my mom's room.
Yes - she has a vial from church in her dresser. LOL

How do you think I got this deep husky voice?  I've been drinking holy water for ages. And yeah, it burns my throat every time.

Oh hell, it was for dad's exorcism.!  

You can borrow one of my shirts again.  You look better in them!

You are such an adorable flirt:)))  
But you're right - I do!  hehehe

Dear S,

I hate to interrupt the above convo but I’d like to chime in on the poem. 😉 It’s great. The end.  


Hehehe actually I have more…

I always admire poem stories about family members. It keeps their souls alive and among us. Especially when we see and keep dear the parts of them that are reflected in us. You do that brilliantly. Ok, that’s the end. You two carry on 😊
H🌷

Oh we are done carrying on for a bit. Lol. Del will be back around soon.  A little whirlwind caught us up for a couple of weeks.  Whew!  
  My dad was quite a character for sure. We had a few things in common, good traits at least. Yet I also think that he learned a bit from me.  Like tolerance.  
 Thank you H. And good to see ya again!

Fortunate indeed are the dreamers. This is wonderful. Nice nod to your father as well.

Hey Pink.  Thank you for the nod.  He liked to write rhyming poems. And when I found his stash, I started creative writing that day (at nine years old) . He was a good guy. I miss him.

Can never see beyond the facade. Always best not to judge. As you just wrote, a whole lot could be happening unseen

Very true.  Sometimes I get too far in my thoughts and need a jolt to snap me out of it.  
I appreciate the note of understanding.

Our children are legacies we leave the world, good or bad. Great tribute. Well-written tribute. Lovely.

He was a pretty good dad. I turned out okay. And now my son is following a solid path as well.  So thus proving how right you are.  
Thanks Alviola. I do appreciate the kind comment.

This is awesome piece I haven't ever seen...

Thanks Dimpy.  It says what I wanted to anyway.  Our strengths start with our thoughts, head first is the only way.  

Yaa absolutely..

A rather lovely tribute to the transformative and developmental power of the imagination. I sometimes worry about imagination as a virtue becoming lost. But it can never die completely. Your evocation of the “travelling” done by dreamers is distinctive and powerful.

Awesome comment.  Thank you.
I am really bad at bouncing my head off of constant thoughts all day.  How I get actual work done, I dunno.  Lol.  But, it also helps me tolerate my job. So, cool.  
Imagination is one of the highest signs of intelligence.  That's a fact.  The curiosity to create from thin air, even, a structured write.  We are all bright people here.  
Thanks again.