Have you ever just sat and pondered? Do you wonder where ideas and concepts originate? Well, this author does a lot of both. This is something of a random collection of thoughts and observations he has been motivated to write down. These are truly from paths unknown for any observance or occurrence could have initiated these ideas. Often, late at night, such things whisper to be heard and he feels compelled to give them their moment in this world. From the enigmatic pool of thought, he has dipped his net and taken a sampling of what lives in the unknown ether we call mind. There is something for everyone among the words here. Some are serious, a few are melancholic, and there is joy and frivolity sprinkled about, as well. As you read them, you perform the magic of giving them the life they so desired.
Robert T. Moshell (Bob) was born and raised in Columbus, Georgia. After graduating the University of Georgia College of Veterinary Medicine he returned to his hometown and opened his own small animal veterinary clinic. He and Edith now live in rural Hamilton, Georgia. Here, at their cabin in the woods, they enjoy a menagerie of rescue dogs, adopted cats and a parrot. The surrounding woods offer the company of visitors including deer, raccoons, opossums, turtles, hawks, owls and, perhaps most importantly, the simple peace of God's presence everywhere.
Doctoring animals is benefited by an imaginative mind. Not only does it help to employ your fingers and hands as extensions of your mind while palpating, but it is also helpful if you can intuit the feelings, responses and true temperament of your patient. Successful surgeries can fail to repair a patient that works against the doctor's efforts.
This listening to things unspoken is also how books and other creative endeavors come about for this author. Now retired, there is more time to acknowledge whispers in the wee hours. Environmental influences and thoughts from who-knows-where often become the birth of a novel or poem. The same is true of the original works in stained glass that the author creates; a subject pesters him until it is worked out in glass. Creativity demands life its own and though not a birth involving anatomy, he has tried to assist, when possible, for the poems, the novels and the stained-glass pieces to find life.