I was hungry to journal, to write, to try to create, mad to create, when I first stumbled onto WordPress.com. There are so many wonderful possibilities within this website, so many bloggers, that I’ve been quite overwhelmed since the start, clinging to my little journal. It became my lifeline to the world, my lifeline to myself, must write, must write, create, writing for my life … my journal – hugauga – has evolved, changed, metamorphosed into a poetry scribble, page, journal. I started out jotting down my nature impressions, and ended up trying to etch out a bit of beauty while asking … questions … struggling to find a bit of truth here there and everywhere.
(In other words – I had NO IDEA that “ABOUT” was my chance to talk about ME, hoping that someone out there might read this, and subsequently want to read …. my stuff! I didn’t KNOW that I could write ABOUT me, here, until… THIS MORNING! OOPS!)
I’ve been published (on paper) over 200 times. I’ve written essays, stories, newspaper articles and poems (on paper). HOWEVER, it is this blog, this yearning painful growth as a POET that has been my best time as a creatrix.
(I remember finding a poem, which I wrote when I was nine. It was bloody awful. At the same time, I was shocked at how much I perceived, and didn’t know I knew, at age nine. It was later, as an adult, reading this awful poem, that I said “HOW did I know that?!”
My likes, my passions, this time around have been NATURE, CREATING, and EXERCISING (specifically walking). I also have made a hobby of watching old old movies on TCM…