I Think My Writing Is Part Of

Everyone Has Doors In The Living Room Of Their Lives That They Assume Are Locked. Doors That Lead To Artistic Expression. People Say "i Have No Talent -- I Can't Dance Or Sing Or Paint Or Write Poetry Or Play An Instrument." More Often Than Not The Doors Are Not Locked, Just Closed. One May Turn The Handle, Open The Door And Pass Through Into A Larger Life Space.

Peace Is Not Something You Wish For, � It Is Something You Make, Something You Are, Something You Do,�and Something You Give Away.

When My Father Finally Got Around To Teaching Me To Drive, He Was Impressed At My "natural" Talent For Driving, Not Knowing That I Had Already Been Secretly Driving My Mother's Car Around The Neighborhood. When I Took The Test And Got My License And My Father Gave Me My Own Set Of Keys To The Car One Night At Dinner, It Was A Major Rite Of Passage For Him And My Mother. Their Perception Of Me Had Changed And Was Formally Acknowledged. For Me The Occasion Meant A Private Sanction To Do In Public What I Had Already Been Doing In Secret.

My Goal Now Is To Dance All The Dances As Long As I Can, And Then To Sit Down Contented After The Last Elegant Tango Some Sweet Night And Pass On Because There Wasn't Another Dance Left In Me.

I Once Listed All The Good Things I Did Over The Past Year, And Then Turned Them Into Resolution Form And Backdated Them. That Was A Good Feeling