Starting again
In 2007, the year I started traveling, I began a blog. I was writing and in transition. It was a great way to share thoughts and photos about my adventures. Looking back at it now, some of the posts I remember, others I had forgotten, some make me cringe, others are silly, and still others are just too sad. There are a few posts I feel proud of; re-reading them felt like looking at a photo of an old friend. Seven years, so short in some ways but in others the time feels immense.
My need to put it out there, to solicit feedback experiment with the connection I can cultivate with my words has led me to start a new blog focused solely on writing. I need to take a small step towards putting my writing into a public space, but I want to start in a comfortable space, I want to share with you. I am hoping this will keep me focused on consistently creating despite the craziness of everyday living. I look forward to hearing what you think.
Thank you for your friendship and your caring! Many blessings to you and yours as you strive to fulfill your dreams in 2015.
In re-reading my old work, one of the forgotten creations was actually about writing; and you know what?! I actually still believe it... this is where the journey begins again.
The Choice
A poem swells inside like the ocean tide,
rushing in, the emotions fill you like the power of a first kiss,
soft, gentle, strong.
Tentative excitement giving voice
to the mundane brilliance we pass everyday.
The moments, the miracles neglected like refuse in the street.
Sure you can turn on the TV, prop up your feet,
rest your head on a throw pillow,
forget what you've seen.
The lessons, the longing,
just let it all go,
who needs to make sense of the tide as it flows.
NO
Pick up your pen, be it blue be it pink.
Categorize, catalog sort it all out don't you think?
You will need it again.
The record keeps spinning until you give in.
Let the rhythm grab you shake you alive
God forbid you let life pass you by.
circa fall 2007
My need to put it out there, to solicit feedback experiment with the connection I can cultivate with my words has led me to start a new blog focused solely on writing. I need to take a small step towards putting my writing into a public space, but I want to start in a comfortable space, I want to share with you. I am hoping this will keep me focused on consistently creating despite the craziness of everyday living. I look forward to hearing what you think.
Thank you for your friendship and your caring! Many blessings to you and yours as you strive to fulfill your dreams in 2015.
In re-reading my old work, one of the forgotten creations was actually about writing; and you know what?! I actually still believe it... this is where the journey begins again.
The Choice
A poem swells inside like the ocean tide,
rushing in, the emotions fill you like the power of a first kiss,
soft, gentle, strong.
Tentative excitement giving voice
to the mundane brilliance we pass everyday.
The moments, the miracles neglected like refuse in the street.
Sure you can turn on the TV, prop up your feet,
rest your head on a throw pillow,
forget what you've seen.
The lessons, the longing,
just let it all go,
who needs to make sense of the tide as it flows.
NO
Pick up your pen, be it blue be it pink.
Categorize, catalog sort it all out don't you think?
You will need it again.
The record keeps spinning until you give in.
Let the rhythm grab you shake you alive
God forbid you let life pass you by.
circa fall 2007
