For so long I wondered what my place in the world should be. I am a wife, a mother, a sister, a daughter. I dedicated my life to family; worked with youth; became lost to who I was. I never thought at sixty one years old I would be a dreamer, but I am.
I found my voice with a pen. Poetry had lain dormant since I was a teenager. Somehow I lost the passion that awoke at fifteen years old. All the imagination that was in me was channeled into encouraging others. I had no dreams for myself.
Somehow a car accident scrambled everything that was into all that can be. Poetry was reborn in me. The dreams I had dreamed for everyone else opened up into dreams that included me.
I have been involved with The World Needs More Love Letters and last year, 2012, they asked us to write a letter to ourselves and mail it in to them. In January 2013 it would be mailed back. I received mine today. The very first thing I wished to accomplish was to publish a book of my poetry. I met that goal. In December I published, Dirt Road Dreams.
My advice is whatever you are passionate about do it.. Don't be caught on that endless wheel of what others want or expect. Change the world by being you and pursuing that which enhances your spirit. It will overflow to those around you. Paint the world with your art, whatever that might be!