Sunday is my favorite day of the week. Twenty-four hours of silence filled with the feeling of being wrapped up in words and nowhere to have to go.
No one tugging at me, asking for my help or demanding my time. Just the words are there...waiting for me...like little puppies lined up for a belly rub and I dive into the middle of them, drowning in the visions and sensations all the lovely words have to share with me.
Sometimes I don't know where to start. I've fought my way through another hectic week and my mind searches for the words I know will feed my spirit. Softly they whisper "come follow me" and soon I'm down the rabbit hole on some grand adventure to visit the Mad Hatter or the Queen of Hearts.
Or maybe they call to me to take a leap of faith and we fly to Never Land where the lost boys are. Words dancing and prancing across the pages, leading me on a merry chase until I fall exhausted onto my bed. Wrapping myself up in the soft words of a bedtime story, lulling me to sleep with their stories of the night.
You have the power to hurt, the power to heal, and the ability to create a little magic in the mind of one weary time-traveler. So for now, I'll catch my breath, say a prayer of thanks for the ability to read because so many in this world can't, and go in search of some words...
Addie comes from a long line of readers or "story catchers" as her family likes to call themselves. Every time Addie tries to catch a story on her own the wiggly words play tricks on her. She tries different ways to make those words sit still but it will take a little faith for Addie to become the next STORY CATCHER.