Merricat

Merricat,  A friend who has inspired me for 36 years now.  I met her in April of 1979.  A friend introduced to me her writings.  Poems and fragments which caused my heart to stir.  I  fell in love with this woman even before seeing her at our school nearby.  I saw in her an intellect that stirred those dark embers of my own poetic voice, my heart of romanc and the stars.   Because of Merricat I am the person I am today.  It is because of her that I grew to appreciate so many alternative views, to think beyond normal perimeters of standard thought.  She gave me new directions and I continue to work in these, finding beauty, music and hope in a world to me at times overwhelming.  I thank you dear Merricat for opening my mind and giving me hope to dream.  And to this day I dream in the midst of Aprils grey leaden skies and our hills of barren brown peppered with the first hints of green.   A time to rise again, to take pen to hand and compose.  I hope to resume full scale blog entries along with my hand written journals and those typed as well.  I am the archivist, the artist and bard.  I am the dreamer and Merricat is my dream.  My muse and keeper of sacred memory.    I dedicate this spring to her in celebration of her showing me the path which I continue to travel.  And along the way I shall leave a mark or two in the shape of drawings, tales told and perhaps even a poem or prose piece inspired by my Goddess of the Moon.