Dear Self: Love the Poet Within and Without Approval

I am terribly smitten with the book I am reading (see last postlette) and it has invited me back to a place and a time where I was once a daydreamer. Many were as children, some are as adults, but much about that side of me has been blanketed under cotton quilts.

I have hidden layers of identity under layers of pretense. One such secret…I am a romantic.

This has become a fluff word, full of cheap Hallmark honey, so it’s not something I bandy about. But the language, the craftmanship of storied love is where I was born and I’ve done a lot to stifle this.

I wouldn’t sacrifice everything else I have become in the meantime, but it is a loss and a shame not to embrace that poet side. Regardless of how unsophisticated and naive it may seem.

About nala7299

Greetings Feline and Fellow Earthlings! In the interest in "brevity" I will attempt to summarize via lists. I AM, this is me, here we go, weee: writer, reader, lover of music, dance, theatre, animals, oddities, 2nd hand trolling through alleys and le boutigues of sally ann and value village, and the beautiful outdoorsy nature of my home. Big breath, leap #2: a veggie head, enviro eco freak, chocolateasaurus, transformer more than meets the eye, former ESL teacher, a happy auntie of Nicholas and Sam, my 2 sweetie pie nephews. Leap #3...welcome to me! Enough said, read my blog:)
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