Bliss

Writer’s love prodding the artistic muse inside themselves through the artifice of a prompt.

Here is an example. Define Bliss.

I scribble on paper: an emotional response evolving in the ethers which suddenly drops in or perhaps draws me up, and everything at that moment, becomes unified, clear, and profoundly grounding. Now I suppose I could have gone for the Webster’s definition--complete happiness, a state of spiritual joy—but the words lack image. With my definition I can create an image such as recalling my newborn son, or a spectacular sunset dripping in pastels from a watercolor palette, or hearing a plant sing a song that is meant for me alone, and connect the image to a feeling.

“White coral bells upon a slender stalk, lilies of the valley grace my garden walk. Oh how I wish that I could hear them ring, that will only happen when the faeries sing.”

Words like this provoke an image and feelings. I immediately envision a Space of Love, a Kin Domain and I wonder if such a place was the inspiration for this writer. Do you have a place to go where you can imagine?