Introduction

November 23, 2008

Come with me, as we travel back in time… To a day, long, long ago, in 1982. I was about 9 years old, living with my parents on a lake in the valleys below Mt. Rainer in Washington State. My mother and I were in the sitting room/library, just off the master bedroom. It was late morning on a Sunday. We had had breakfast, and the light was muted through the clouds, but it was warm out. The view of the lake and the country from this view was spectacular. There were blue herons, wild blueberries, tall evergreens, and big plump bushes and tall grass. We took the “Sunday is a day for rest” thing really seriously in my house, even though we weren’t a particularly religious family. My mom pulled a volume from the shelf, and began to read to me, and right then and there, was my first love affair with the Written Word. I didn’t know it, but it would last every day of my waking life.

She read me Edgar Allen Poe’s-The Raven.

From then on out it was literature…writing…poetry especially..and language. In middle school I read classical lit on my school vacations. In high school I was known for looking up new, big, difficult or unusual words and bringing them to share with friends. Out of school, I became involved heavily with poetry readings of every ilk, and later, with poetry slams. Nothing could touch the flame of fever that brought me closer to myself, and of course, in learning others, as Writing did.

That is, until I met Dance.

Now, years later, its a balance. I try to dance and write, but for some reason, have a hard time doing both. For years I broadened my dance base to include: irish soft shoe, waltzing, bellydancing, a little salsa and west coast swing, and now Argentine Tango. I can also free style with the best of them. But slowly, in the last 3 years, writing has crept back in.

A friend of mine asked me if I would post a regular blog to share some observations on various aspects of Life-Cultural Evolution, Money, Philosophy, even travel and events. So I’m here to open up and share my view, through the Spyglass. From inside My Little Pail.

Thank you for stopping by.

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