"Chisel in hand stood a sculptor boy
With his marble block before him,
And his eyes lit up with a smile of joy,
As an angel-dream passed o'er him.
I start over. I have decided for today to see my life as a new block of marble, waiting for the vision to strike me. Eddy and I discussed our views of retirement as we wended our way home today. Why speak of retirement one asks? Why not see it as I have left one profession and I'm resting before embarking on a new venture? I'm tired of explaining, plain and simple. When asked next, my reply will be, "I no longer teach." " I always wanted to write." So there. You know what will be next. "Oh really, what do you write?" My reply will be, "It's more about how I write" How do I write? I write honestly.
