With this new year, I've been taking stock of my writing, as I know many of my fellow poets are doing. This involves exploring motivations, researching markets, setting goals, and organization. And of course, then there is the actual writing. :)
I'm also moving offices in my house to a room more toward the back, switching up with my husband, which means packing books. LOTS and LOTS of books. In the middle of the packing, I found a small miracle.
I discovered a special treasure today. It is a book of poems by Helen Steiner Rice called Poems of Faith. It belonged to my Nana Christine, and that I often saw on her coffee table when I was a little girl, and I remember reading the poems as a young teenager. When she passed away a few years ago, it came to my library. I didn't realize the seed she had sown in my life before I could even read.
I didn't realize the inscription until today:
To Amy Love, Nana
Grandmother Christine Keith
My grandmother gave me my first book of poetry when I was 1 1/2 years old.
Thanks, Nana. I'm still down here, writing poems.
So to all of those who invest not only in your own dreams, but in the dreams of others and to those of you who share your love of words with the world, keep doing so. You don't know what effect your passion will have on those around you. Do all things with love, and watch the world blossom.