A writers' blessing

I wish for you a moment of peace, or perhaps fifteen.

Moments when the world is righted briefly by the act of writing.

I wish for you a protective jacket, like the ornate cover of a hardback book

one that can be wiped clean of other’s people’s dirt

that can keep your soul intact,

a book full of blank pages pristeen and ready

for your own thoughts and ideas.

I wish each day to be like that blank page

and give you the courage once more to start again.

I wish for words to appear as naturally as stars in the night sky,

as the waves upon the shore,

may they flow free like crystal streams.

I grant to you the belief that your voice matters,

that your story is important,

that your words deserve to be heard.

With a flick of my pen, I banish self-doubt.

I send your inner critic to the arctic tundra

and, grant for you, a beach

and time and space just to play.

May you make sandcastle sentences,

build rocky word towers from powerful verbs,

spell out your truth in shells and seaweed.

I wish for you new notebooks and fast-flowing pens,

an inspiring view, a supply of tea and biscuits,

writing frends who understand.

I wish for you a good day,

a better week,

a brighter future.

With my magic pen I make it so.

Hey presto, it’s done.

Off you go.