I love the word "gleam." My Oxford dictionary defines it as, "beam or ray of soft light, especially one that comes and goes." What it is, I'm not really sure, but I'd like to think of it as something nice. Good feeling. Good thought. Which reminds me of another calming word: serendipity.About the posts here. They are musings, factions, most of the time fictions, thoughts in a day or days, when I'm caught in the weave, knot, or crossroad, when I long for my Creator, a listening friend over a cuppa, the pull of the moon or the stars to burn bright, or a nudge in moments when I feel most alone and vulnerable.
As a lifelong lover of classical music, most of the time I write with with a favourite music nearby, from the earliest Madrigals to late Romantic eras, and most especially music of my all-time favourite composer, Wolfgang Mozart.
What inspires a writer to write? An artist to paint? A mezzo or contralto to sing? A small business to create a successful product or an entrepreneur to build his empire to success? Our motivating keyword is inspire.
I can't think of a good end of this post except quoting Alfred, Lord Tennyson, with his short but meaningful poem, exactly what I feel about "gleam":
"... ere it vanishes
Over the margin
After it, follow it,
Follow the Gleam."
(The image is one lovely rose I captured in one of Vienna's parks just when the sun was starting to set. We were on our way to Domkirche Saint Stephan (St. Stephen's Cathedral), where Mozart and Constanze were married.)
