hello out there!
I am taking this e-course on writing
so i'm spending more time
with a pen in my hand these days
than a paintbrush.
It's all good.
Yesterday, we had to write about why we write...
here are some of my reasons:
I sat at the wharf this morning
with my notebook and a coffee at hand,
and i thought about the importance
of doing something we love every day.
i realize this is a luxury.
Many people in the world
are too busy surviving
to even think about what they love
let alone do it.
When i was younger
i used to feel guilty about having
such a life of abundance.
About having so much in my life
when others in the world had so little.
At times, I purposely avoided too much comfort
because of the guilt i felt
at the unfairness of it all.
If there were 2 coats to choose from,
i took the uglier one.
The one that wasn't so warm.
When i ate dinner at the table with my family,
i always left a bite of food on my plate,
feeling guilty for having so much,
thinking that my intention to feed the world
would somehow reach the powers that be
and that the starving children would be fed.
I've grown since then.
I no longer leave food on my plate
and i no longer believe
in the powers that be.
I believe change happens
when human beings decide
to make it happen.
When we decide to be less greedy,
more loving to one another.
This past May, the world lost a wonderful poet, George Moustaki.
This song was written in 1969, and the video is not the greatest quality, but i wanted to share nonetheless. I included the english translation below the video.
With my face of a foreigner
Of a wandering Jew, of a Greek shepherd
And my hair to the four winds