Happy Mother’s Day to all who have been, wish to be, or have mothers in their lives! I miss mine every day, especially on days like today. I wrote my … Continue reading Give Me Weeds
So far, so good. After a week of carving 10-30 minutes of writing every morning (more on the weekend), I’m feeling…relief? I always knew that writing of any kind was … Continue reading Tuesday Thoughts
A painting sits Incomplete Waiting for That perfect moment That inspiration to just HIT And let these fingers Finish what they started And close the last page On the unfinished/unstarted … Continue reading Waiting for Perfect
Well, it has been a process, but Waking Dreams is now available in both paper/print and Kindle on Amazon! Whee! You can check it out here, and know you will have my undying gratitude!
Thank you, kind readers, for all your support the last bit.
I had a funny morning the other day, and I don’t know why, but I picked a few weeds, and began thinking about my garden growing up, and the amazing … Continue reading Lost Tree, Found Girl
Finding my voice has been an odd kind of journey. Taking criticism is hard, but it’s an absolute must for any writer or artist, because it helps you grow and learn what kind of criticism is constructive and will help you grow, and what you can leave at the door for what it is.
I am not a perfect writer. I am not a great poet. But do I like writing? Hell, yes. Am I going to continue writing? Hell, yes, again! And, if one other person enjoys the ride, then I feel like it’s worth it. So I can say I don’t find it funny when I read diatribes directed at bloggers and Facebookers, the ones that pose as witty critiques but are really directed critiques of people struggling to find a way to express themselves through social media.
Communication is difficult. People use words and images in different ways. Will our language skills grow and evolve as we age and truly find not only ourselves, but our voices? Definitely. But haranguing, ridiculing (however subtly) or otherwise making people afraid to speak is not the way to do it. The only thing that promoting silence and staunching self-expression does is staunch creativity and fan the fires of fear and self-reproach.
We can’t become better writers, better artists, hell, better human beings if we do not hone our modes of self-expression.
So, with all this in mind, I wrote another poem this week. I hope you enjoy it!
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Peace and a day with courage and love to you all.