(Who I Am…)
I’ve heard it said that a good writer can write her autobiography in seven words or less. Here’s what I’ve come up with. (As it is, I think it is rather redundant, which makes me feel it was perhaps a success.)
me in seven words:
[Warrior-poet in exile
and some important words defined:
regressada. Angolan Portuguese. feminine of regressado. “returned, returner, one who returns.”
fusa te faranne. Old Saxon. “he was ready to travel.”
elixe. exile retraced. returner-with-elixir, quester fulfilled, chronicler-come-home.
(…And Why I Even Have A Blog Anyway)
My friend Chelsea keeps telling me to blog my poetry. Of course, my usual excuses rear up: no one reads poetry anyway. No one even likes it. Why expose my most cherished hours and most treasured work to the perfect opportunity to be mocked?
Well. I dared myself to.
Because my mom told me,
“Put yourself out there.”
and God said
“do not live in fear.”
For my own sake, then, I have to not care what you think.
Here’s to hoping my words bless.
If you want to create, you have to sacrifice superficiality, some security, and often your desire to be liked, to draw up your most intense insights, your most far-reaching visions. -Clarissa Pinkola Estés