🌸 outdoorsy omnist 🌱

“We’re all stained glass windows Bracing for the stones Borders of steel All hiding that we’re just flesh and bones Teach me forgiveness, mercy Mercy for my own skin That I may see you in the distance Oh refugee, enter in For every brother, every stranger Holds the face of God Oh I hold the face of God” John Lucas, Stained Glass

Every heart feels the call, but only a pure soul can hear the whisper of the infinite. Rumi

I feel like we really lost something when we started looking at writing as a reader-centric product meant to appeal to the desires of a specific audience rather than a writer-centric approach of someone writes whatever particular thing particular compels them/whatever weird thing the demons in their head want to talk about, and people out there who are also compelled, and/or relate, find that writing. A lot of discussions of writing really center around what readers want rather than a writer's exploration. Sometimes as a reader I don't know what I want. I click on a fic or pick up a book I'm not sure about but that looks interesting, and I love it. Reading what I expect to get is it's own joy, but we always need to expand our horizons and not get mad at creators for not always writing what we want/expect.