Saturday, January 30, 2010
Wednesday, January 13, 2010
You were born to Discover
You were born to Create
You were born to feel Inspired
You weren't born to Imitate
I'm inclined to Encourage
I'm inclined to Support
All your inklings
All your Dreamings
Of each and every Sort
So Please Don't Misinterpret
My enthusiasm for
The Unlimited Potential
of your future that's In store
Tuesday, January 12, 2010
Inspired by a Young Soul's Blog I came upon:
Self Expression Rocks!
So say it with gusto
say it with flair
let the world know
who's been resting in there
let your life speak
through the keyboard or pen
then start fresh tomorrow,
and do it again.
write on --
it's right on!
and express yourself true
put your heart and your soul in whatever you do
for the words that you choose
will represent who
that girl is-- deep down
deep inside of you
and stand up real tall
with your shoulders back
the answers are inside You.
There is nothing you lack
Check out what this young Blogger has to say:
Monday, January 4, 2010
“Poetry and Hums aren't things which you get, they're things which get you. And all you can do is go where they can find you.”
These Poems were written when I was in college, round about my junior year. I began college as a news writing major, but became disillusioned by the straight forwardness of the news. After a multitude of Psychology, Sociology, Anthropology, Humanities, Comparative Arts, Poetry and Creative Writing courses, I shifted into the College of Communication, with an emphasis on Interpersonal Communication in the Health and Human Services.
Did you know that Communication is a Science?
With all of these wonderful Humanities and Liberal Arts classes
now percolating deep with in my core,
I had lots to wrap my curious mind around, and
My creative writing courses became the the highlight, and the challenge of my college career.
But, I still didn't have a make-a-living career in mind.
Or did I?
When I graduated, I worked in the Loss Prevention department for Saks Fifth Avenue, doing book keeping clerical work. Next, I sold radio Advertising for a classic rock radio station. The Perks were great, but I was no salesman.
Thankfully, my first child was born that year, and two more to follow,
the vocation of a lifetime:
Parenting is the toughest job you'll ever love.
As they became older, and my time became more mine, I decided on a part time career as a massage therapist, going back to school for a year, with the intentions of Working my own schedule, when the kids were at school or on weekends. Somewhere in the mix, with 18 or so more years of Life experience under my belt, and a therapeutic need to gush, I began writing again.
I am a writer.
I always have been.
Ever since that first teacher told my parents I had a gift for writing.
Here are some early iterations.
I'm glad I found them now.
For NOW is always a good time to revisit who we really are,
and to let it be known with abandon.
I'd like to think I've grown as a writer since then,
but when I read what I wrote over 20 years ago,
I can still see the me, I see today.
Today is the day I remember the essence of who I am.
Today is the day I live the life I once imagined.
How about You?