Letters to the Moon....

Hello Sally, my dear friend. How are you? I trust our friend Luna is keeping you well. I had to write to you today. You left us three years ago today. I remember it as if it happened last week. I have thought about you a lot in the last few weeks. One of the ladies we worked with in the library will soon be on her journey to heaven, will soon begin her metamorphosis into radiant light. It made me think of you, the letters I sent you, the cards I sent you, during your illness, leading up to your metamorphosis into light. I want to send our friend a letter, to let her know she is in my thoughts. However, she and  I are not close like you and  I were. I found myself asking my friends and family what to write her. What do you say, what do you write in your last letter to someone? I think I have found something to write her about. Someone recently asked about her in the library. I think I will share that story with her. I know it will cheer her. I have really missed you S

All of us have been given gifts in our life. Whether your gift is cooking a delicious meal, painting a portrait, writing a song, working with animals, making a movie, working with children, we all have our own, individual, unique gifts.  I believe they were picked just for us, and given to us for a reason. When I grew up, I was classically trained as a singer. I sang in choirs in churches and schools, and studied privately, for twenty-five years. I knew my singing voice was a gift. I felt my purpose on this planet was to be a singer. However, after a tonsillectomy, my voice, or what my voice had been, was taken from me. I felt I had lost my gift. http://letrasalaluna.blogspot.com/2012/12/my-voice.html   However, through my writing, I have discovered my true gift. I was not put on this Earth to be a singer; I was put on this planet to use my voice. Whether through song or writing, I feel my voice is my gift. I have often thought of my gift of writing, and my life a

I read an article the other day that greatly disturbed me; it was an article about a man being executed. His government accused him of many things, yet the definition of his guilt is open to interpretation. The crime he was put to death for-being a poet. When I first saw this story I could not fathom it. A man was killed for being a poet . He was hanged for creating art, expressing himself, voicing his views and opinions. I remember staring at the computer screen. The information would not absorb into my brain. I am an American-freedom of speech is a right that we hold dear. Yet this right is not exclusive to the U.S. This right is found in the Universal Declaration of Human Rights, and recognized as law in the International Covenant on Civil and Political Rights. I am sure that the execution of this poet is not the first “punishment” of its kind. I wonder if his execution is in violation of this very law. Hearing this story made me think about my life as an artist, my wor

I am a firm believer of paying back a kindness. If someone has helped me, given me guidance and mentorship, I feel compelled to do the same for others. A while back, I featured a talented photographer, Kristina McKune. http://letrasalaluna.blogspot.com/2013/10/candidly.html I would now like to feature another artist. His name is Larry E. Coleman. He has written many screenplays and published several self-help books, including: “The Black Man’s Little Book of Success Secrets”, “How to Stop Hatin’ Yo Babby’s Momma: a Spiritual and Emotional Guide for Non-Custodial Fathers”, “We the People of Colors: For Sale to the Lowest Bidder”, “How to Avoid a Stupid Man: a Woman’s Guide to Attracting Her Soul Mate.” When I began to write, I shared my work with a few of my online friends. Another friend I shared my writing with is Larry. We first met and interacted at my local library. Through our discussions, I found out he wrote and published his books himself. When I began writing poetry