Summer Solstice! Lilies in Bloom! Super Moon! Midnight Sky! Daylight at Dawn! So many reasons to celebrate life. And so much inspiration to write about. Sometimes
I write when I’m in the hole, digging my way up from depression. Other times I
write to learn or to share. I read, listen, research, travel, interview,
absorb, organize, synthesize and formulate: a poem, an essay, an article, a
proposal, a monologue, a fiction, a blog post. But most often, I write because
I must.
“Each
and every poem I write, I consider a gift from God. A turn of a phrase.
Emotions that surface. An experience distilled into verse. Each offering is a
present from the Creator. All praises, I say. Thank you for choosing me as the
vessel.”
It’s
not like I ever consciously chose to become a writer. Writing chose me. I fell in love with the craft in 1960 at the
age of five when I began to write letters to my grandmother, who lived 500
miles away in South Carolina
Why three blogs?
First
I started out with “Cultural Collideoscope.” I created it as a repository for
my musings and meanderings about the arts:
music, dance, drama, film, visual art, fashion – all the cultural stuff
that so inspires and defines me. I invented “Cultural Collideoscope”
so I would have a place of my own to profile and review artists and a plethora of family and community events,
especially because I so often find myself on the cultural scene, being
overwhelmed with inspiration, taking the pulse of my life. Being me.
