Time to Express My Gratitude…

It’s almost a year
since
I began speaking here,
uncertain
of what I was doing,
unaware
of what I was wooing,
thinking
it was all about selling
socially
a story long in telling,
instead
finding friendship all around,
exchanging
voices without a sound,
creating
convivial sense of unity
with
a most eclectic community,
sharing
more than imagination
with the
breadth of our conversation…

As the 1st anniversary of my blog approaches I devote this post to my heartfelt appreciation for the generous, imaginative and interesting friends who have supported and encouraged my writing and artwork. You have helped to draw me out of creative isolation, connecting me to a world of fellow artists, humanitarians, naturalists, questioners and believers. With your beautiful words and pictures, your affecting joys and sorrows, your wit and wisdom, your compassion and courage, you have welcomed me into your homes and hearts, cultures, and causes, tragedies and triumphs.

As an essentially private person, it is so satisfying to share with those who appreciate and understand the creative process, especially as it can be more introspective than extroverted, evasive even as it wants to be revealing. The magic of social media to connect is still less than the miracle of making connections that are so intellectually, empathetically, artistically, and spiritually appropriate and even transforming. There is something more at work here than cyberspace. 

For through the miracle of your talents and thoughts and spirits,  I am constantly inspired and restored.

There are a few awards that I am LONG overdue in publically acknowledging. First Ina who nominated me for the 7X7 award–if you are not familiar with her wonderful poetry and prose then please check it out @ http://inaweblogisback.wordpress.com/.  Also Caddo who nominated me for the Soul-Song and Mrs Sparkly’s 10 Commandments Awards–again, if you haven’t already, I encourage you to experience her words and wisdom @ http://caddoveil.wordpress.com/.  Heartfelt thanks to you both, my dear friends!

If there is anyone I have omitted, please accept my apologies and know that I deeply appreciate your consideration.

I invite all who read this to check out my blog roll, which I recently updated. The wonderful thing about awards is that they introduce us to new sites and in turn forge new friendships. Reblogging is also an excellent way to share and something I will be doing a few times a month at least. It just feels right that as my blog moves into its second year, it should represent the offerings of the community it belongs to as well as my individual work.

Thank you! Thank you! Happy summer and blessings to all!

Diane  

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My Writing Life: A Planet in the Milky Way

Did I escape into my writing or did my writing escape into me? When did words I couldn’t speak begin speaking for me? How was the need to be lost and found fulfilled by my own heart? Of all the things I wanted to do, to be, to discover, why did solitude become the most productive, defining and enlightening way for me?

Encarta Webster’s Dictionary says Solitude (is) the state of being alone, separated from other people, whether…a welcome freedom or…unhappy loneliness…

Freedom? Yes. Loneliness? No. Very often welcome but never unhappy. Not when I find myself surrounded by books and music, cats and comfort food, ideas and characters, sleep and wakefulness and those all important dreams in-between. I choose to step aside from others for more than a while, preferring the company of contemplation and creativity, a place for silent conversations and another kind of reality, a time to exist for my writing unapologetically.

My solitude is not dispiriting like loneliness or isolation. It doesn’t insist on separation or confinement like a severe punishment for my dislike of crowds or need for time alone. It doesn’t lock me in my room, mind and heart but opens my windows, doors and curiosities to fresh air and destinations and determinations. It’s monk-like but not habitual, a fluctuating state of emptying and seeking, an indwelling experience, an affirmation of being alone. It sets me apart for the health of my body, the expansion of my mind, the strengthening of my heart, and honoring of my soul.

My solitude isn’t utopian. It gives criticism without objectivity and pretends accomplishment without accolades. It doesn’t care whether or not anyone knows I’m here, working hard at or putting off my craft. It may even keep me from success, like a too protective father refusing to let any suitors in (for who could be good enough?). I have rebelled, running away to find a society that would love me and support me and pretend I was someone else. It was a lesson in not being able to avoid the unavoidable, a lesson hard to learn until it was everything I knew already.

I returned to a smug sense of “I told you so” but still my solitude was forgiving, encouraging me to be and advising that bygones were bygones…though not to forget!

A writer must never forget. But take each opportunity to look through starry eyes and wounds to see what the imagination beholds.

My writing life began when I was a child, shy and uncertain and a little lost in the stories that came to me. It continued as I became more adept at speaking like an actor or singer (no wonder I thought I wanted to be either or both) only seeming to hide behind words. It grew more and less important as my other life tried to usurp its reign, exiling it until a subject begged its return. It matured, slowly and with further threats to its sovereignty, to become wiser and steadier and better fortified but not necessarily safe from invasion again.

Why should I feel alone? Is not our planet in the Milky Way?
– Henry David Thoreau: Walden: Solitude

 

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