My favorite author is not prolific. She writes with excruciating care. Drawing stories out of her own blood, her soul. Word choices agonized over. Phrases turned and returned to perfection.

The process is painstaking for her.  It reminds me of wild Pearls.  Each word she coats with heart’s nacre, building and polishing iridescent phrases that must be viewed from many different angles to comprehend.

The word Pearl itself is a metaphor for something very rare, precious, valuable, fine, and admirable. Yes, her words are Pearls. I cherish every one and love it when she strands them together in the most amazing displays of exquisite elegance. Does she realize this adoration? This appreciation of her art? I hope so:

Beauty found / words laced with care, love, and Joy /
I love how she writes #haiku