New Title. Same Focus,

 

I'm more than just excited; I'm dancing -- in my heart and mind, and yes, with my not so steady feet. See that photo? It's the Proof Copy of my new book. That ribbon across the center says NOT FOR SALE, but that simply means, not yet. See the pen? I was in the process of editing. I rewrote some and also added a few pieces of new work to give it more flow. And see the title? ELIZABETH. Many of you will recognize my sister's name, though in adulthood she went by the name Liz. Her full name means House of God, and this is how I experienced her for all her life. But as I wrote the short poetic meditations of this book I realized in a new way that the entire universe is an Elizabeth, the House of God in all its many names we attach to that all pervasive Nameless One. 

During my daily practice of writing and in the long run having almost 20 published books, I've spent little time or energy on letting people know of their existence. If you are family or a friend or in some other way have run into me along life's way, maybe you are aware of this habit of mine and possibly even have read a few or even more of my writing habit's results. I've been thinking about that. I have been writing in order to live. In order to see the hidden face of my soul or as some say, my higher self. As I've become older, I've been writing in order to hear a Voice, to let the names of the eternal Nameless flow through my intuition into my fingers to whispers of what a human one might think of as Names. "Names of the Nameless," the subtitle of this new book.

As all of this came to mind I realized I need a new blog about writing which is my constant occupation. I've had lots of blogs over the years. The most recent was CHRISTIN LORE. Mostly observations in my world. I didn't want to lose it, so I incorporated it into a more inclusive title. WRITING FOR MY LIFE.

And it is truly what I've been doing all these 83 years. Proof of my calling comes from a Christmas in 1942 when I ignored the dolly under tree and ran instead toward the Boxed Library of Little Books as I cried out again and again "BOOKS!"