When I pick up a piece of paper and begin to write I know something special is going to happen. It’s like picking up the telephone to call an old friend. In writing I’m calling upon my own thoughts and feelings. No one can do it for me. I have a sense of freedom and strength. That must be how a musician feels when they pick up their instrument and begin to hear a tune. Life is an art too. Everyday we are creating and continuing our own stories. Our own rhythm of life. To share and to grow.