for love of writing
My (great) grandmother was a storyteller. I didn't know it at the time but she was carrying on the oral tradition of Africans and their descendants in the Caribbean for centuries. If I understood the significance of her stories, I would have recorded and preserved them like the treasures that they are.
Miriam 1900-2002
The first time I saw my great-grandmother Miriam was in my dream. My interrupted dream. I was in the middle of something, I don’t remember what, and she walked into the room fixing me with her very direct gaze.
Big Magic
Elizabeth Gilbert of Eat, Pray, Love fame wrote this as a kind of homage to creativity. I read it for the second time recently and it spoke to me in such a profound way. For the creative souls like me who have somewhat lost their way in the corporate world, it’s a reminder that there’s something beautiful, even divine, about the gift of creativity.