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
I have continued to write ever since.
And yet, even as I upload this post, I have three blogs languishing in
various stages of inactivity. 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.