In love. With language.

Don’t need many people in my life. One or two close friends. A single true love. I can make do. With quality. Not quantity. Nice thing though. I always have access to the spirits. I can summon ‘em all. Generally, one at a time. Including the grand creator. Makes me wonder why more people don’t call on the spirits. For help. For conversation. For advice.  Maybe they do. But don’t talk about it. Like me. I love to talk. Out loud. To the spirits. Of course, it’s also possible to merely think a thought. In total silence.  That’s an option. Another way to communicate. Especially with a spirit. But I have a motor mouth.  It keeps going and going and going. I used to be known as Silent Jim. But I’ve cast off that label. In favor of Big Mouth.  And when I’m not talking. I’m writing. This is the 6,499th posting since I started my blog a few years ago.  Talking. Writing. It’s all the same. I’m in love. With language. With expression. –Jim Broede