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Passionate Life

What are you passionate about?  What lights you up from the inside and turns you into a human sparkler? Is there something that you simply can’t wait to do when you get up (after taking care of necessary bodily functions, of course)?  For me, it is writing. I found my calling pretty early in life as I toted around books as often as I did dolls and toys. My parents and grandmother would read to me daily and I practically lived at the library down the street, sitting at tiny tables as the ‘library lady’ (although I first heard the title as ‘li-berry’ when 3 or 4) presented story hour. Dr. Seuss, Little Golden Books, Highlights Magazine, Grimms Fairy Tales were all staples in our home. My father would refer to the bathroom as ‘the library’ at times; a relatively quiet place where he could read for a bit. My parents were avid readers as well; my mother’s interests leaning more toward mystery and romance and my father immersed himself in health, fitness, WWII novels and spirituality. They both read until a few weeks prior to their deaths over the past 4 years.  My father was buried with his bible and a book of Jewish prayers and concepts.  I read to him from that one while he was making his transition. Mine has been eclectic: sci fi, adventure, poetry, romance, spirituality, sexuality, bio’s and personal growth/self help. Much of my own writing combines those genres.

I can’t imagine a life without the wonder of words. They feed my soul, heal my heart and give voice to thoughts that fill my head, threatening to spill out of my ears if I wasn’t willing to put them on paper or screen. I never get writer’s block…sometimes just the opposite occurs and it parallels that commercial “I’ve fallen and I can’t get up.”….”I’m talking (writing) and I can’t shut up.” Can anyone here relate to that? My mind is almost constantly whirring/whirling/swirling with ideas that often awaken me in the wee hours, daring me to jot them down, lest they disappear back into the mish -mosh pit, getting swept into the rowdy crowd. I am blessed that I have outlets (this one included:) that allow me the opportunity to be heard and the joy of knowing that some of them spur people on to discovering their own purpose and passion.

A grateful nod to the wordsmiths who have inspired me over the years, including Richard Bach, Dan Millman, Mary Oliver, Thea Alexander, Rumi, Hafiz, Robert Heinlein, Elizabeth Lesser, SARK, Elizabeth Gilbert, Barry and Joyce Vissell, Ram Dass…and way too many more to mention. Just listing their names could be a blog entry. I am delighted to be among them as I know I will always be passionately, decidedly, affirmatively, deliriously interested  in crafting word pictures.

http://youtu.be/x_f56CZ99JY What A Feeling-Flash Dance by Irene Cara



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