Tue
Dec
20
The Road Less Traveled
A blog for mindfulness...and various items. This just goes to show that even old farts can blog and go active in cyberspace. I have a 92 year old grandmother who does e-mail ! That's the kind of stock I come from !
I've had an inclination to write for as long as I can remember. I was Sports editor on my high school paper but left that post to enroll in literature courses where I got turned on to poetry. I was also into guitar and long-distance running. These have been life-long endeavors.
In college I briefly considered church ministry before setting my sights on becoming an educator. Then I got into psychology, transcendentalism, spiritualism, and existential philosophy. These have all had an impact on my work.
Not until well after marrying and establishing a family and career did I return to the pen with any regularity. In the mid 90's I experienced a creative outflow which produced hundreds of poems and lead to my first musical compositions. An avid rock guitarist I use the instrument to sonically parallel the lyrics I've written.
The creative flow is cycling again after a dormant period. Will it lead to Shangri-La or to Mordor ? I've reached that "fork in the road". I'll take "the road less traveled."
I've had an inclination to write for as long as I can remember. I was Sports editor on my high school paper but left that post to enroll in literature courses where I got turned on to poetry. I was also into guitar and long-distance running. These have been life-long endeavors.
In college I briefly considered church ministry before setting my sights on becoming an educator. Then I got into psychology, transcendentalism, spiritualism, and existential philosophy. These have all had an impact on my work.
Not until well after marrying and establishing a family and career did I return to the pen with any regularity. In the mid 90's I experienced a creative outflow which produced hundreds of poems and lead to my first musical compositions. An avid rock guitarist I use the instrument to sonically parallel the lyrics I've written.
The creative flow is cycling again after a dormant period. Will it lead to Shangri-La or to Mordor ? I've reached that "fork in the road". I'll take "the road less traveled."
