Why I Write

vcxa8286I was not born a writer. I write because I am a lover of words. I like to breathe life and meaning into these symbols of thought. I want to lift the word from the mind or page, give it air to make a sound, then shape and mold it into meaning.

I write because the writing of others has been such a strong influence in my own life. So many times the words of Rilke, Whitman, Peck, Campbell, Gibran, Piercy, Oliver, Miller et al. have guided me through the dark moments in my life when no light or exit was visible.

The written word encouraged me to take a chance, to jump into the abyss, to follow my heart when “judgment” would have me remain steadfast and safe. The written word told of others who made the journey before me while encouraging me to create my own path.

I write in order to define my vision. To lead me to the center. The center of nowhere from where my orientation to this life begins and ends. If what I write touches an emotion, a feeling, or in someway stimulates the intellect, if the reader remembers why he/she is here, then my words were of some value to another.

So much hope is shouldered upon the written word.

I write because my heart needs a voice and although my heart communicates best in silence, silence is not a language which easily conveys to others what I want to say, unless they too, are of this nature.

I write because when I pen a poem or complete an essay that reflects my heart, I smile all over.

Transformation Publications

If you begin to understand what you are without trying to change it, then what you are undergoes a transformation. —Jiddu Krishnamurti

Wise Poets

When power leads man toward arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses... We must never forget that art is not a form of propaganda; it is a form of truth. — John F. Kennedy

The Poetry of Clouds

...If one looks long enough at almost anything, looks with absolute attention at a flower, a stone, the bark of a tree, grass, snow, a cloud, something like revelation takes place. — May Sarton

For The Love Of Wisdom

The truest philosophy, is not to long for anything in particular, but to accept everything as it comes, and find out the reason of it coming. — Marie Corelli

The Writings Of Tao Writer

The most we can do is to write — intelligently, creatively, evocatively — about what it is like living in the world at this time. — Oliver Sacks