Tuesday, July 12, 2011

on writing

The need to write overwhelms me sometimes. I always keep a note pad and pen by my bedside for those "middle of the night" inspirations. It is amazing what will trigger them. Sometimes a song, a poem, a moving picture, or just a random smile by a bypasser on the street... the need to write, the ardent desire to express oneself. At times it comes quietly, while I wash dishes. Of course, I have to drop everything and feed the beast. Other times, it wells up like a storm, slowly churning away in the quietest corners of my soul, but increasingly becoming ever so loud. Again, I find myself, grabbing for my ipod or my notebook, just to capture a flash of those ideas. It is like taking a photograph, writing is. If you don't catch that perfect moment, you might have just missed. At least, I find that to be true when it comes to poetry. it comes to me almost as in a song, a whisper, a world away, ever so soft and tender, other times it takes a more determined, courageous tone...a dare, perhaps. a call of something, that I fear but I want; something that I both negate and desire. almost like a passionate love. forbidden.
My ardent desire to write.

Sunday, July 10, 2011

On friendship

I write this post with a heavy heart. I've lost some very good friends due to political disagreement recently and it has really affected me. It has saddened me. 
I am a firm believer in friendship that transcends political ideologies and dogmas. Those should never be allowed to define a camaraderie by any measure. 
I have actually always drawn the line between the person, whom I deeply admire way beyond their political convictions and politics, which in the end is only a game, may it be grand at that.
 I have always been one to lead with my mind, but also with my heart. And I believe it is absolutely possible to disagree politically, but maintain friendships that transcend this chasm 
To those who read this: do not become pawns in a losing game. True friendship, in the end, should trump differences.

Some people come into our lives and quickly go.  Some stay for a while, leave footprints on our hearts, and we are never, ever the same.  ~Flavia Weedn