The Drop and the Dream

Trying new things at fifty six is a little scary... things involving technology and cyberspace...but here I am. Where are these words going as they fly (yes, I'm fast) off my fingers? Hopefully into the warm, fuzzie hearts of friends, family and fellow writers and artists. Just as I was finishing up my initial template and profile, I was listening to my favorite cd, Kris Delmhorst's "Strange Conversation," and the words of my favorite song, "The Drop and the Dream,"came on, as if to hold my soul gently as I launched into space:

"In twilight and blindness all our work is done, we fumble and flail, we try and we fail, we only are what we almost become. It's both our curse and our grace, here in this place, to reach for heights that we'll never climb, and the distance between the drop and the dream is our one little piece of the divine. It's a weak little flame, it's all we've got to our name, so why be ashamed to let it burn?"

Deep breath. So much to say, but spent the day setting up, so I'm off to the grocery store and other such earthbound duties. Hope to come back up here later tonight and share about my exciting weekend at the Mississippi Writers Guild Conference, so please come back!