It’s been a while since my last post, but being busy is a joy. When I’m not overseeing general work activities and three international projects then I’m either volunteering or spending time with my family… I’m not sure when I’m going to get back to writing my novel trilogy (but I have an idea for that – to be explained another time), but again being busy with things and people that are important to you is a joy.
The other day I saw my daughter reading one of my self-published works… her favourite poem of mine was one written almost 4 years ago:
If you saw my daughter role-playing
or heard my first son laugh whilst my second babbles
if you could hold them at night and capture their smiles
and tell them stories fueling dreams and imagination eternal
you too, would cry warm tears of joy
By B. L. Crisp
My children constantly remind me what’s important and what my purpose is in life both inside our family circle and outside, as well as within myself. Needless to say if I’m ever in a dark patch, I can always cry warm tears of joy.