Fever

Fever
By John R Greenwood

I have a mighty stack of friends

This is not about a fever that needs a thermometer to check, it's about a living fever. A fever about living. I'm no kid but lately I feel like one. It has to do with people. I hit a the mother lode recently. Don't get me wrong, I have always been surrounded by good people. Everywhere I worked and played good people were a huge part of my life. This is something with a feel unlike anything I've experienced. It's like striking a mineral deposit in your backyard. One that promises to yield inspiring dividends far into the future. The members of my writing group are as similar as they are varied. I like that. Some of those similarities would include descriptions like compassionate and supportive. The differences don't matter. I believe the fever is caused by a common desire to express ourselves in a way we've yet to discover. This group is not so much about honing skills as it is about discovering them. At least that's the way I feel about it. I don't want to speak for the others. This is more than a group wanting to write. In some ways we are a microcosm of what society needs to return to. Lets stopping pointing out what's wrong and begin embracing what's right. If everyone who reads this in the next 3o days were to step into the world outside their backdoor and start spreading seeds of support and encouragement there would be a positive impact made on at least one little corner. In a year we might make it around the block. Then who knows?