How I Keep Going
Boxes of chocolate are great, though they cause mood swings.
Better to canter downstairs and outside to gaze at the high sky in summer, or rustle up a dollop of good food to fire my synapses.
Hickory Run, State Park, Sky View
Reading is a must, my desire fed and watered at well-written books laced with self-deprecating humour.
Kit, a first year student in Laos, reading aloud ‘Big Brother Mouse’
Friends, who insist on dragging me out for lunch promptly on Wednesdays at noon, force me notice new views which feed the written word.
Hayat
My daughter, with her too-big bike, who gazes smilingly into our dark hallway through the glass, offers a joyful lift with her smile, despite the interruption.
Fisherman and child on home-made bike, Nara
Enjoying holidays, I discover, refreshes my spirit in ways that a computer screen simply cannot.
Out in the wilds of creative impulse, towering above, proud and unashamed, is the desire to weave bliss in words.�� I choose, I focus on fully; and like the space between worlds where magic is revealed, all else falls away.�� My yearning to write colour into breathing, fuels the determination to continue: My choice, my power, my wings, my life.
Cornis Florida
