Tuesday, February 24, 2009


I have always been a person in need of the seasons--to grow wild, then settle, then incubate for the new birth. My visit to Maui left me wondering how one can live in paradise. . . how one can remain in one phase of life, be it heavenly, for an extended or eternal phase. For me, I know it wouldn't take long for ennui to set in. . . I would like to experience a long, harsh Russian winter to appreciate the spring more, but this mild Maryland winter must do for now. . . I can hear the murmering below in my flower field--the incubation period nearly over, life readying to burst anew. Winter, for me, is a time of thought, of great productivity in my writing, but there's a lack of vitality in my words that only vibrant living can bring--that pulse of energy that the spring heralds and the summer exudes. This is my first blog post. Good night and namaste.


  1. Hey you crazy creative writing flower girl - like your spot in the big wide world! Me, I'm just trying to hang on in MN and get round this ginormous learning curve of helming the fill and design of a newspaper! Book? Yes, it beckons...

    Do I get to be your first commenter???

    P.S. One of my best friends in Atlanta just had her first baby - she's 47! Natural water birth - yowzer! I'm flying down to see her and my latest 'niece' in late March - always the aunt, never the mother - it may just be the first day I'll have off since starting this new dang position!

    love and kisses,
    me (deb)

  2. Hello lovely, yes, you are my uno commenter! First baby at 47! Yikes! Though I feel I could physically do it, I don't know if my crazy life would allow. . . certainly it would protest a bit. . . glad you're getting some time off! No better thing than being an aunt in this world me thinks. xoxo