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I do not think of myself as a ‘writer’ but I do write.
When the weight of your message through your project, art, performance, or words outweighs your desire and need to share as compared with the need for the world and universe to receive it, the enterprise takes a life of its own.
I am not a technologically savvy individual. Actually, I am as excited as I am petrified (mostly because I can barely keep up!) by how fast technology is advancing! My means of sharing intellectual nourishment embodied in the form of essays, articles, and excerpts that I come across, I share via personal email— recipients belong to “The List” (yes, I know, very original ). They respond if they choose; they read when or if they want.
My stumbling upon books/articles is always serendipitous and not borne out of a conscious looking. I feel “saved” when I come across Universe’s Windfall/ God’s Grace through another’s words that clarify and illuminate, lift and align, and provide dovetail integration out of the madness in the cosmos of my spirit. So much so that my deepest wish becomes to pass on the anchor as quickly as possible to another, fully aware that maybe this is not the time for another to ‘get it’, for “the teacher appears when the student is ready,” but at least it is out there…like a light house in the ocean: you don’t have to stop on the shore if you don’t need to…but the light is there.
In July of 2009 I had a request from one recipient of “The List” who wanted an article I had shared a year ago. I searched through my gmail archives. One week later, a different person requested not the excerpt from a speech I had sent, but my thoughts that preceded it. In mid-August I ran into a stranger at an airport who felt compelled to share a personal incident in her life. I thought she would relate well to an inspiring piece I had read and shared with “The List” some months ago. I could not recall the author of the article and I certainly did not remember the web link. We did not exchange emails. I told the woman to google the key words. I hope she found the article. Later that night I thought maybe one of my closest friends, Erica, better known as RhapsodE, has been right all along: I do need a forum to share beyond “The List.”
That is the story of the birth of my website you are now exploring. Thoughts during the early stages of its development can be found here.
The category Nectar of the Ordinary™ is my collection of non-fiction stories that redefine “extraordinary.” In my experiences one doesn’t have to look as far as celebrities to encounter phenomenal, unique, and unprecedented. I am indebted to all those who choose to share their utmost personal rhythms with me. Others’ Articles is where I share articles as stated in the aforementioned paragraph. The examined life is my tribute to Socrates’ infamous aphorism,”an unexamined life is not worth living,” where you will find some of my own writings which do not necessarily belong in any of my would-be completed manuscripts/”writing projects.”
I am in perpetual awe of synchronicity.
I am a collector of serendipitous moments which demand a lucid interval in a stream of consciousness called life.
~ a.q.s.
People travel to wonder at the height of the mountains,
at the huge waves of the seas, at the long course of the rivers,
at the vast compass of the ocean,
at the circular motion of the stars,
and yet they pass by themselves without wondering.
~ St. Augustine
