I’m not a writer. When it comes to writing anything, even an email, I put a tremendous amount of thought behind it before I begin. I’m the same with talking. There is always far more I’m thinking than saying. This is who I am. Don’t be mistaken. I have the ability to talk for hours with friends on a topic I find interesting or one that sparks my passion, but sitting down to write a blog post… I’d rather go back to my drawing or painting. What do I have worth saying to the world? I find it easier to speak through art, or poetry, because in truth I have simple loves in life.
Satin soft petals reaching toward
the clouds, sway aloft sturdy stalks–
To and fro, to and fro.
They lure me with luscious hues
To places unknown, and
Capture me with Spring incense,
A meadow inside my soul.
Lay me down midst the Aster and Sage,
So I may rest, may dream,
If lucky, live again.