Writing feeds my mind and my soul. Those that know me know that it is in my mind where I live: a busy tableau where a hundred hamsters are continuously spinning the wheels of my thoughts. I need to consciously engage in something that allows me to avert my mind’s eye from these busy creatures — but when I want to immerse myself in my mind, then I turn to words on the page. I’m not sure where things will evolve here with respect to my written words. Unlike the cooking and photography, my words are truly my soul lay bare and, in that instant, I’m vulnerable and naked. Perhaps that is the reason why there is such pleasure in the English language for me … but it will take time and trust to share these parts with the world that awaits their emergence.
I welcome your comments as you thumb through what will emerge here, but let your own sensitive souls be your guide as to what you say and how you say it ….