The year I grew up (almost)

If there is one thing I shall remember 2010 for (actually 3 things) it is that it was the year I started expanding my (1) literary, (2) musical and (3) artistic vistas. I shall remember it as the year that I took serious note of the pleasures afforded to one through creativity and bold imaginings. I realize now that those moments of serendipity which seemed to by happenstance collide with my 35th birthday were not in anyway fortuitous after all. That at some point we all get to a fork in the road or a defining space where we get to explore who we are.

I have always, always been a late bloomer in everything (yes even for that...) and should not be surprised therefore that in my mid thirties I should happen upon my defining fork :) and discover just how deeply I love and appreciate art in all it's forms. Just how much I admire the musicians, writers and artists behind it. So much so I dream about how to express this to the world with the little resources I have and my inarticulate meanderings.

December 2010 & January 2011 has also been a time when I discovered just how wonderful cyber space is and what a pity it is that it is so under utilized. But that's another topic altogether.

However, it is really the internet that has gotten me going on this journey, boredom will have you do strange and wonderful things. As a mother of three, home in the holidays, just about losing my mind (almost about to beg & pay - mind you - straightjacketville for room & board) , the internet became my great escape and bosom buddy....... "I love you internet, I love you windows, I love you Google, I love you star trek....."(ok i don't know if star trek has anything to do with any of it) I love anything and everything that has to do with that place called space. The thought of being without the cyber universe is as painful as considering life without a fabulous Chardonnay, Oh God forbid that such a horrors should happen, life as we know it would lose all illusions of meaning.

Ok on a more restrained note, I have pondered and am still pondering the meaning of life on the temporal plane and although I have not yet found the answer I am convinced of the following: that the meaning of life is only found in the pages of a transcendent book, in the rhythm of a song densely saturated with evocative beats, in the configurations of a canvas where ideas modulate as does tonality in a melody.............