A morning at the office, where we prepare, plant, weed, nurture, harvest words. As grains are precious to a farmer, so are words to a writer. Rotten grains spoil the harvest. Rotten words taint the message.
As a farmer separates the wheat from the chaff, so do writers edit words from rambles.
As a farmer celebrates their harvest so does a writer their books.
As we begin the weekend, may your words be precious and true. May your words breathe life and wisdom.
May your words unite and not tear down.
May your words not have double meaning.
May your words unyoke and not entangle.
May words bring joy, peace and healing to you and your family.
May we speak success, resilience and hope.
May we spoil ourselves rotten with words of kindness.
Above all, may we speak, love.