I never dreamed that I would be posting words on a page for all the world to see.
I never imagined that MY thoughts would appear in the same spaces as those who create life from verse.
I must admit that I so often feel like an orphan washed ashore waiting for the tides of inspiration to change.
Yet, it is in those moments of silence, the calm that follows the storm of despair that I hear the whispers of my true family.
They breathe life into my heart when they say “you belong here!”
Oh, we know you are schooling yourself, you are different, that’s okay!
When I read the wisdom of my brothers and my sisters the tendrils of my vision begin to resonate and I can see what was previously unseeable.
It is then, that I know I am home. I am sharing the bond of nascency, that emerges in all creative spirits.
And then, the habitat of hospitality, curiosity, and shelter woos me to its doorstep.
Oh, that I would have been born into that family, that would have been a dream.
Instead, I received an invitation, I was adopted, not only to express myself but to stand in awe of the miracles expressed by you, who write, as I do!
May this time of uncertainty offer you similar moments of silence and limitless opportunities to capture the minds, hearts, souls, and spirits of other strays like me looking for a family like you!