This is my own "coming of age story," told poetically. While the world was on fire with revolution in the sixties, I found my own liberation. Leaving behind those uptight, "schoolgirl" ways for all the excitement and experience that could be devoured living in New York City, I chronicled my evolution in poetry. Like all young people, I needed to express those bottled-up feelings about love and romance, religion and spirituality, sadness and joy, war and peace. I saw myself as a pilgrim on a self-awareness journey and a seeker of enlightenment, as I opined once in my poem sometimes, "but I never feel holy like a nun, maybe that will come when I feel like a radiant sun." Whether you are on your own adventure right now, or recollecting your own metamorphosis, I wish you Godspeed!
This is my own "coming of age story," told poetically. While the world was on fire with revolution in the sixties, I found my own liberation. Leaving behind those uptight, "schoolgirl" ways for all the excitement and experience that could be devoured living in New York City, I chronicled my evolution in poetry. Like all young people, I needed to express those bottled-up feelings about love and romance, religion and spirituality, sadness and joy, war and peace. I saw myself as a pilgrim on a self-awareness journey and a seeker of enlightenment, as I opined once in my poem sometimes, "but I never feel holy like a nun, maybe that will come when I feel like a radiant sun." Whether you are on your own adventure right now, or recollecting your own metamorphosis, I wish you Godspeed!