No...I am actually more visual and am an artist when I am not questing for spiritual vision...gg.

I did grow up in a time however when my mother worked for the government and she would enlist us kids to read the newspaper and cut out articles. This was before computers so everything was cut out, pasted up with Rubber Cement (no I didnt inhale), and filed sheet by sheet into a filing drawer.

There was always an emphasis on reading in our home. I remember as a child spending time *reading* the dictionary. It began my love of research. I did grow up loving to write. Someone made the mistake of giving me a typewriter. By the time I reached high school I was on my second one. My mother made us write letters to relatives and so writing became a habit.

In the 70's my husband and his brother put together a magazine which actually won awards for the preservation of local history and copies are in the Smithsonian. I was involved in the interviewing process and the writing process as I would proof his work. He is still a writer and sends me his published books still seeking my approval...and of course, I enjoy, hearing his voice as I read.

I did take writing in college but it was probably my least favorite class since my professor wanted me to stay put in some sort of "box" he felt comfortable seeing us in...ggg. Me, I cut my teeth on e.e. cummings, Ferlinghetti and Kerouac, many other writers of course and the classics. My husband and I would read novels to our daughter...I just like words like some people like music.

I do like music too..ggg.

I am glad you enjoy my mental meandering. Using this medium to meet people and coomunicate ideas and be supportive is satisfying when one lives out next to nowhere and I tend to be more solitary than social at this point in my life.

Best wishes on your cleanse!

blessings,
Zoe

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