Here it sits in front of me on the dinning room table: some of my writing over the past couple of years. My composition books filled with writing and my poetry blog printed out on separate pages. I always write in long hand and then do the final composition on the computer before posting them on my blog and social media. You know I never thought I would share my writing so widely and have a blog.

Although, as some of you know, I have written all my life since childhood, only fairly recently, have I begun to see it as a vocation, i.e., a calling, rather than a personal pastime. And this thought, ‘perhaps it will serve me well in my dotage’.

Truthfully, I am rather wary to speak of writing so directly and concretely as so much of the creative process is so wondrously amazing to me coming from the shadows, the soul, and the spirit. And yet, creativity is large part daring as well.

And certainly without the support and encouragement and love of so many of you, my writing would be for naught. Beloveds, my respect and admiration always.

And so I shall go about organizing my writings, seeing what they might say, and what form they might take with these thoughts: where is it headed, what now, and always giving thanks as it is always gift and grace and mutuality to me.

When all is said and done, poetry, for me, is about Self expression and the hoped for deep connectivity with other and the belonging together that might spark from this ‘whereby human beings harness the energies of Divine Love and for the second time in the history of the world, we will have discovered fire.’

(note: the final phrase in the last sentence is a paraphrase of Pierre Teilhard de Chardin, the Jesuit priest, mystic, scientist, theologian, philosopher, author, and teacher whose influence on me is telling)