I am one of two worlds. The one that carries and feeds me and strengthens me each day, the one I dwell in and I breathe…and then the other I carry in my heart. The one in the present; the one in the past. Co-existing in quiet understanding. Most of the time. Sure, sometimes it explodes, that amicable rapport, and emotions are provoked and unraveled, and life becomes confusing, perhaps chaotic But only for a while. Eventually it all settles down to calm resignation and even contentment. I’m a writer, but here I’m just me, writing without desire to conform to rules of form and even content. I’ll let it pour out, whatever it is that’s clamoring to be heard – be it the description of a great walk up the hill, when I leave work each day, or my latest shopping experience at TJ Maxx. I will be light, lace the prose with humor. Sometimes. I will have my dark moments. when the written expression seems to be the only salvation. Clouds, bursts of sunshine, splashes of conflicting themes. Whatever that means. See what I mean? It sounded good, so I wrote it. Maybe later I will get it.
I’m a daughter of the Mediterranean, born on an August day on the Bay of Naples. The sun is my friend. I hate and fear the gloom of night. I left that gentle sea for the majesty of the Hudson. Yes, I live by its edge and I love it so much. It’s my river, you know. Well, I want to be spontaneous, so here is the first break. I’m going for a walk with a dear friend. Oh, I’ll be back. Can’t stop me now. Much more to come.