Bright and Sporadically Merry

I am a literary creative and independent educator, dedicated to working creatively in all available media. I work in fluffy surfaces and profound depths. I have been called a literary firecracker, a creative force, and the most inspiring person in the room. I am an action-oriented innovator and guide who can activate energy using intellectual insight and emotional wisdom. My top strengths, according to the VIA Strengths Finder (what are yours?) are Creativity, Curiosity, and Critical Thinking.  I owe my creative and collaborative outpouring to my “Generous Muse.” Here are my books. Here’s more about me.

Hang on folks, it’s going to be a bumpy ride. Check out my latest Covid contribution. I waived my rights to this artwork so please share, modify, remix, etc.

 

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Except I’m not. Taking a break! The Dirndl Diaspora was intense! This is a classic poem of exhilaration that I’ve posted in honor of the SpaceX launch on Sunday, which was an inspiring respite from the political tantrum. I wish I’d written this. But Magee, having written this (in 1941), put me smack in his pounding heart.

High Flight
by
John Gillespie Magee, Jr.

 

Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of Earth
And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings;
Sunward I’ve climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth
Of sun-split clouds, — and done a hundred things
You have not dreamed of — wheeled and soared and swung
High in the sunlit silence. Hov’ring there,
I’ve chased the shouting wind along, and flung
My eager craft through footless halls of air . . .

Up, up the long, delirious burning blue
I’ve topped the wind-swept heights with easy grace
Where never lark, or ever eagle flew —
And, while with silent, lifting mind I’ve trod
The high untrespassed sanctity of space,
Put out my hand, and touched the face of God.

Thank you to everyone who saw or participated in The Dirndl Diaspora!

 

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