An Ego Boosting Challenge

Yesterday I was pleasantly surprised by some comments by Diane at Kids Party Heaven who read my post on Age Appropriateness and went on to share a fabulous story that is both inspirational and frustrating.

The pleasant surprise came from being called “one of my favourite bloggers” by Diane. Why? Since Diane doesn’t comment often, I didn’t realize that she reads me and likes me.

She likes me, she really likes me!

Seriously this made me think about the silent readers on everyone’s blogs. The ones who come often and yet never comment or even hit the like button. The ones who we all would love to know we reach, but somehow we never learn it. I myself am guilty of this, observing and reading but not commenting, whether out of shyness or simply not knowing what to say.

The comment and post by Diane gave me an unexpected ego boost, one that we all need once in a while.

So here’s my challenge for you readers. If you don’t comment on blogs regularly, but visit blogs often, try to make a comment over the next few days. Say hello. Give a compliment. Ask a question. Write a post inspired by another post and link back to it. Do this on my blog or on someone else’s blog. Share the love and the ego boosts.

Of course, I don’t want you to spam each other either. Comment or like a post that means something to you, and make it real.

This ego boost works both ways you know. I have tried to limit my time on WordPress for sanity’s sake, but I always visit blogs of people who comment on mine. Often I find a new and wonderful blog to add to my subscriptions and/or my blog roll. Often I find a new friend.

Don’t hide in the blogosphere, speak out and write!

Creativity with a Deadline

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I’ve figured out part of my block, part of the reason behind my inability to come up with ideas or new things to write about.

I work best with a deadline.

Yesterday, several of you commented on my post sharing the pictures of Kaa the Snake with comments about my creativity or getting my groove back.  In my mind, I replied with comments like: ”It was mostly Jackie’s idea,” or “That wasn’t creative, I had to finish it,” or “It’s okay, I guess.”  You know, typical self-deprecating stuff.

One of my fatal flaws is my inability to see anything that I do as good.

But, my second thought is the one that has led to an “A-Ha!” moment–”That wasn’t creative, it just had to be done.” I get my best and perhaps most creative work done when I have a deadline.

I’ve always known that I can accomplish more the more I have to do. But this is slightly different. While I would like to live a fully freelance lifestyle, working on projects that intrigue and interest me and excite my bliss, I am also a person who absolutely needs a deadline. I don’t necessarily need a supervisor, but I do need to know that someone is expecting my work at a certain time. I need an editor. I need a supporter. I need a show date. I need a deadline.

My vague goals for writing this summer were not enough, because they were vague. I need someone to say to me, “send me you first chapter by such and such a date.” True, I sometimes have to ask for an extension for deadlines, but those extensions won’t last long because I dislike having things hanging over my head.

I function best with interesting projects that have specific goals and specific deadlines. When I have to do repetitive work with no specifics or no end in sight, I have a harder time staying focused. Of course, I always get these things done,  but I have to give myself a little deadline to achieve that. Lock yourself in your office Lisa, until you’ve finished grading those papers!

The actors neeeded Kaa for  tomorrow’s rehearsal  so the performers had time to work with him before dress rehearsals next week. So, in a creative burst of energy we finished him. I had a deadline, and I achieved my goal.

I’ve tried to set up my own deadlines. Specific goals for each day and each week. But that is not enough. I need someone on the other end of the deadline holding me responsible. I need a writing buddy, or a paycheck, or a due date, or something.

I am a very creative person with a lot of talents. But I now know that I am at my best with a little bit of structure and a deadline.

So what does this mean, my blogging friends? How do I get out of the slump that I am in without any deadlines looming? I need help!

Goal Setting and Re-focusing

“Four basic premises of writing: clarity, brevity, simplicity, and humanity.” (William Zinserr)

Sometimes I feel like I can't see the forest for the trees.

Now that I have freed myself of the obligatory blogging I’ve been doing, I feel the need to reflect on and establish some goals for myself in terms of writing and blogging. I started this blog with a purpose that included (according to what I wrote on my About page)

” . . .  a place for me to explore life and practice writing. It is a motivator for myself to sit down and write as often as possible. It is also a place to explore ideas, issues, and questions. Sometimes it is a place to vent. Sometimes it is a place to cry. Sometimes it is a place to laugh. To me, it is a sacred place, so please treat it with respect.”

I think that still holds true, but now the blog has become so much more. It has become a place of community and support, where I am meeting wonderful people who boldly express their dreams and trust that this environment is a safe one where dreams will not be mocked. It is a place where I have discovered my inner artist, my hidden poet, my passionate advocate, and my angry rebel.  It is a place where I have learned to recognize my strengths as a teacher, a mentor, a mother, an artist, and a friend. It is a place where I have discovered the parts of myself that need strengthening or changing; the darker parts that I do not love but I need to accept. It is a place where my dreams have begun to shift and reform so that I see more possibilities instead of only obstacles.

So now the question becomes, what do I want next? Where do I want this blog to go?

I’m not sure yet, but I do have a few goals:

  • I want to continue writing daily, but not just blog posts. I want to get back to writing stories or articles and working toward publication.
  • I would like to find a way for this circle of wonderful people to support each other in their publishing goals, a way that somehow bypasses the bureaucracy of traditional publishing and allows us to nurture each other toward success.
  • I want to continue to write about things like arts advocacy, arts in education, challenging social injustice, and creating a more peaceful world.
  • I want to continue to nurture the relationships I have started as well as develop new ones.
  • I want to find the balance between writing, reading, responding and growing as a writer
  • I want to do research on and perhaps start writing two projects that have called to me for a long time. One that reflects on women’s voices through some form of historical fiction or drama, as I discuss here. And one that shares stories of people who have fought through no guarantees to thrive and grow and create their dreams–a story which I’ve begun to explore in my other blog, Living Life Without Tenure

But, despite that list, I’m still struggling with focus. So I have some questions for you, my readers. I feel a little lost in confusion and would appreciate some help clarifying my focus.

Which posts or topics do you find the most interesting to read about on my site?

What do you think Woman Wielding Words is really about?

Q is for Quitting

From Natalie Dee

I am a quitter.

I quit.

I am quitting!

You may notice a missing button on my blog today because I am officially quitting the Post A Day 2011 challenge.

Call me quitter if you want, but I think it is the right thing to do.

Why, you ask? For a number of reasons which I will now share:

  • Sure it has helped me commit to daily writing. But about the only daily writing I am doing is the posts. Have I started any new projects? No. Have I focused on any of the projects I already started? No. Have I gotten my book published? No. Have I written query letters or books proposals? No. (Although I have done some letter writing and other writing for work).
  • If you look at my Tag cloud, the tag that stands out is Postaday2011. I don’t really want to be a blog known for posting. I want to be someone who posts about art and education, about life and people, about creativity and imagination, about concerns and dreams. I want people to visit me because they think I have interesting things to say; and that I say things in interesting ways.
  • As I read comments on other people’s posts who seem to be struggling with Post a Day, I’ve come to question the commitment. Was this challenge started to help us find our voices or to help WordPress boost its numbers? I don’t want to obsess about numbers anymore. Yes, I would like to be able to, someday, make a living with my writing. But the chances of me being discovered because I have a zillion hits on my blog (which I don’t but I actually am approaching 10,000) are probably a zillion to one. The only way I am ever going to get published and paid for that work is to actually work on projects that people want to pay for.
  • That doesn’t mean I’m giving up blogging. I’ve discovered something wonderful here. I’ve discovered a group of friends. I’ve discovered a joy in the diversity of ideas and the exchange of support. I want to continue to build those relationships and grow from this sharing of ideas, thoughts, memories and dreams. But I don’t want to do this because I committed to a challenge that I’ve moved beyond. I want this relationship to grow because it is really a relationship, and because I have something to say that someone wants to read, and vice versa.
  • I may even quit the A to Z challenge, but there are only 9 letters left, so I may consider that a writing assignment and keep going. It depends on how I feel tomorrow.

So there you have it folks. I am officially a quitter, but I’m okay with that.

Anyone care to join me?

Notes on Nothing, Notes on Everything.

I’m making a double N post today, because the post I just posted about Nathan wasn’t the one I originally started with and because I have been up since 3am but still cannot sleep. I understand if you choose not to read all of my posts. :) But, to quote a comment from Kaye Peters of Have Coffee . . . Will Write on one of my recent posts, “you’re posting like a woman possessed”. Possessed . . . manic . . . whatever, I’m simply going with the flow right now. So here are a few notes:

More Marsha Norman

“Write what you urgently need to write.” Those were Marsha Norman’s words  when asked if she had ever returned to a work she gave up on. “If it is over two years, don’t try to go back.”

Now, of course she was talking specifically about writing plays, but her point resonated with me. Basically she argued that if you are still struggling with something after two years, then maybe that is not the story that you need to tell. Maybe it is not your story to tell.

I have so many stories that I began but never finished. I have so many possible plans for books and other writing ideas that I couldn’t follow through. I have also always thought that I have a story that I have yet to discover, a story that truly needs to be told. It grows inside me until someday, I hope, it will burst out of me. The words will speak through me.

I just hope that happens soon.

She also talked about characters speaking through her, rather than her creating them.  I have only had a few moments where that has happened. Where the words and the voice of the character just poured through me and into my fingers. It is a powerful sensation, and one I yearn to feel again.

I want to be open and receptive to that energy.

New Thanks

Much to my surprise, yesterday I was honored with another blogging award. The Inspiring Blog award given to me by Dierdre Coppel from A Story Book World.  Talk about inspiring, Dierdre is an incredibly talented writer and artist who does everything from creating her own artwork (including this beautiful award among others) and interviewing publishers and editors, to writing fantasies and delving into the paranormal. I am truly honored that she chose me for this award. Please go visit her site. You won’t regret it.

New Updates

  • My scene seems to be getting good responses. Rumor has it that M.N. might come see it today.
  • My panel went well and led to an interesting discussion on the value of theater in general
  • I apologize for falling behind on reading this week, but I am proud of myself for regaining a little control over this blogging obsession of mine. :)
  • I actually submitted my Moon Lady, which I’ve really titled “Rebirth of Japan” to an art show. Insanity, I know.

I think that is all for now except that I feel like everyone out there (myself included) needs another  good virtual hug. So here you go (and I know I have used this image before, but how can you go wrong with Calvin and Hobbes?)

A is for Attitude Check

As I begin the A to Z Blogging Challenge, I thought I should start with an Attitude Check since my attitude has  not been the best lately.

I conduct attitude checks often when I am working on projects with large groups of people. You call out “Attitude Check!” and the group responds with the appropriate hand signal. I have asked Sarah to help me demonstrate these complicated symbols.




If anyone is still unclear about these signals, Sarah volunteered to dramatize them more clearly.

A double thumbs up day is extra awesome! Sometimes we even have quadruple thumbs up, which involve toes.

Some days just are . . .

Life is truly horrible on a double thumbs down day.

Of course there is one other Attitude check option that is only used on extreme occasions, by “mature” adults. I apologize in advance to those readers who might find this offensive, as my posts are usually family friendly, but I would feel remiss if I did not include all options.

So what is my Attitude on this April Fool’s Day? That actually is a complex question to answer, forcing my hand to waggle through signals in an exhausting manner. I’ll try to explain:

I gave myself a much needed blogging break yesterday, which has left me feeling somewhat  more in control of this blogging habit.

The Idiot selected me as Blogger of the Day yesterday, which is truly an honor, but also problematic in the fact that I didn’t really have much of a    post, so anyone who might have wandered over would have though “Meh!” at best.


The Alphabet challenge is making me a little nervous because I feel I have to be more organized about my posts.



The next two weeks (starting tomorrow)  are going to be very busy, and I’m not going to see very much of Nathan.



I’m playing hooky from my class today (with Nathan covering) so that I can attend a workshop on Drama Therapy which I am very excited about. It will help me prepare for a workshop I am teaching next week with Special Needs Adults.


And, the class that has been making my semester a true horror took a plunge even deeper into the depths of hell yesterday, and one of my students is writing a letter of complaint (about other students, not me) to the powers that be. The situation is so ugly in that classroom that it has made me doubt my ability as a teacher, and leaves me in tears on a regular basis. So, you can guess which finger I would show for that Attitude Check.

But, all in all, I feel good about this little post. So today could possibly turn out to be a double thumbs up day. :D  I woke up this morning with this song in my head


My year seems to be being measured in words.

I Get It! The Healthy Side of WordPress

I’m sure many of you have noticed the trend over the past few days of bloggers reaching the breaking point–that point where we realize that blogging has consumed our lives in unhealthy ways and we must reconsider the role it plays in our lives. Just today the fabulous Kathy at Reinventing the Event Horizon made a commitment to the Post A Day Challenge (which she has really been doing all along) but questioned that commitment she “didn’t want pressure to post daily if [she] had nothing meaningful to say on a given day.” And in the response section, in a discussion with Life in the Boomer Lane, Boomer wrote “I need a Blogging 12 Step Program.”

Isn’t that what we all need?

Just this morning I gave myself permission not to create a real post today. I even was thinking about posting an appropriate Mental Health Day sign if I could find one. I didn’t.

I fully intended avoiding my traditional morning habits, but I couldn’t as I decided I had to read and respond to a few of the posts, as well as comments from people who somehow stumbled onto my blog. So, there went my morning.

But I didn’t post, which is usually the very first thing I do in the morning.

Notice how successful I am at avoiding it all day. EPIC FAIL!

Why?  Yesterday, I had one of those less than thrilling days in the classroom that seem to happen more often than not this semester. One student decided another group was ignoring him (when they weren’t) and chose to be completely disrespectful. When I called him out on it, I believe he decided I was racist. But no, I said to myself, asses are asses no matter what color they are.

This morning, staying home with a “sick” child, I spent time grading papers for my on-line Comp I class in anticipation of receiving another pile of papers today from the in person class. Now, I have to point out that the on-line class is (much to my surprise) by far the better course, with more commitment and participation from most of the students enrolled (except for a few slackers who have disappeared). The live class seems to think that drafting is optional and don’t have any desire to workshop for improvement.

As I worked my way through these papers I inevitably stumbled upon the few who chose to ignore my comments on their first draft and continue on the path of imperfection that they were on. Most of the papers were actually pretty good, but I always become frustrated when I see little change. I don’t expect perfection but I do expect effort.

That’s when it hit me, my epiphany! I come to WordPress regularly because it is a community of people who actually care about something–or many things. They care about writing! They care about ideas! They care about learning! They care about improving themselves as writers, or artists, or photographers or simply as people.  I come here, because it is full of people who care!

Does that change anything about the stress level of participating? Well, in a way it does, because I find solace in reading the blogs I love so it aids my mental health. I do need to find a balance between writing and creating and responding and reading. I do need to find a slightly better way of functioning with WordPress throughout the day. But, I also have to allow myself time with this community–because it is a community filled with love.

So this is for you (to go along with Calvin and Hobbes from yesterday)


Update, I was just sent this wonderful little gift from Aligeata’s Blog, and I thought I should share with all of you:


Blog! Crash! Burn!

It’s funny how I can dish out advice from the heart, but cannot listen to my own advice. Yesterday, one of my favorite bloggers, A. Hab hit the wall, frustrated with the pressures of Post A Day 2011. This was part of my response to her “Give yourself a break, if you don’t want to post, don’t post. There are no Post a Day Police who will arrest you if you don’t post.”

Well, today I don’t want to post. I feel empty and dried up, with nothing to say. And yet, do I listen to my own advice? NO! I feel like I absolutely have to post. And not only do I have to post, but I have to write the most brilliant post ever! (Which, I assure, this one will probably not be.)

Why? Because yesterday was, of course, the day that I got the most hits ever in one day.  Now I know this should be something I celebrate, but the reality is that I feel more like this:

In order to explain this, I will attempt to answer Mark’s (aka The Idiot) question to me from the other day. He asked “In what way has your view of blogging changed (either positive or negative) since you first started blogging?”

The more I blog, the more confused I become about blogging. I started this as a place to help me write more, and in the hopes that a few people would actually read what I have to say. I’ve done that. I write daily and I have a few faithful followers who read my posts as often as they can stand to hear me blathering on.

Then blogging took on a new role. I’ve discovered a group of people who have interesting stories and share the world in similar ways that I do, through words, pictures, music, or whatever other form inspires them. Through blogging I have found a community, which is pretty special. I enjoy visiting with these friends regularly and hopefully giving them thoughtful responses to their posts. I enjoy discovering fabulous voices and stories that make me feel something and respond. I love the people who make me laugh! I love the stories that make me cry! I even love the stories that make me angry and want to tear my hair out and go marching on Washington or elsewhere to battle the injustices of the world around us. I am awed by the talent and beauty in this world; by the people who make language sing or the artists who bring color to the world on a daily basis.

I have also been truly humbled by this community. I know I can write. I know that I have always had a flair for putting words on the page. But now I know that there are so many people who do it better than I do, and I learn from them on a daily basis. I only hope that I have been growing as a writer by following those who share more eloquently than I can.

I have also discovered that I am not alone in the struggles that I face in all aspects of my life: as an academic, an aspiring writer, a mother, an artist, a friend, a woman, a 40-something, a person who cares about this world, a daughter, and so on. The list could go on forever. Every day I find someone who has faced the same issues with more or less grace than I have, and I learn from them too.

But, I still don’t understand blogging. Sometimes I become overwhelmed by the power of other people’s blogs. I have days where I feel jealous at the success of other blogs (and then I get angry at myself for being jealous). There are days that I see no purpose to blogging, and feel like this is purely a place for egos to fuel each other. Those are the days when I struggle the hardest to write. There are days where I pour my heart and soul into a post, only to have that post ignored and only read by one devoted follower. There are days where I whip a post together, thinking it is meaningless drivel, only to discover numbers rising and more comments than I have had before. Yesterday’s post was somewhere between the two–not meaningless drivel in the sense that meeting my now husband was a significant moment in my life, but not something I expected (especially on a weekend) to attract much attention in the blogging world.

I am beginning to think I have absolutely no clue what makes a good post. Seriously. I’ve stated before that there are times I read the Freshly Pressed posts and think to myself  ”That is a horribly written post. Why did they choose that one?” Honestly, I am more likely to read posts recommended by bloggers that I like than Freshly Pressed posts anymore (unless the title is especially intriguing–there are a couple of posts today that I will read for sure). So, I no longer have my sight set on achieving Freshly Pressed status. (Of course, I’ll relish it if it comes, but I have no idea how to achieve it so I can no longer think about it anymore). All I can do is write, and hope that my little blog has a purpose that I don’t yet clearly understand. Thanks for reading.

Why do you blog? Why do I blog? Does anybody know?

The Power of Women’s Voices

Portrait of Mary Anning, British Museum.

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The post I had planned on writing before I was sidetracked by the disaster in Japan speaks louder because of that same incident.

Given the disturbing attempts in the United States toward limiting women’s freedom, rights, and basic equality I have been thinking a lot about women’s roles in society. I wanted to write about women–specifically women who stood strong and defiant in the face of adversity in order to pursue their dreams, follow their goals, and fight for what is right. I’m not talking necessarily about the women who have been recognized by history, or allowed into history as written by men. I’m talking about the women who quietly left their mark in history by simply living their lives and pursuing their passions, and then somehow passing that on.

I’ve been fascinated by the history of women like this for a long time, and plotting (at least in my hidden writer’s dream vault) about writing some kind of historical fiction exploration that brings some of these women together. I was reminded of that fascination as I started reading Tracy Chevalier‘s Remarkable Creatures which shares the fictionalized story of Mary Anning and Elizabeth Philpot, both fossil hunters who contributed much to paleontology (particularly Anning) but would not have been welcomed into true scientific circles because they were women. Women like these fascinate me, but one of the problems is that I can never figure out who I want to write about, or what kind of story I want to tell.

So, how does that relate to the events in Japan? Well, the events of the day reminded me that there are so many amazing women out there who are still, quietly, doing things that impact our world. I’ve met many of them in this virtual community we call home, and I hope to get to know many of them better. (I’ve met a lot of wonderful men on here too, but men’s voices tend to be heard more, even now–so please forgive my feminist slant.)

I was reminded of the strength and power of women throughout the course of the day. It started when I read AmblerAngel’s post called “We’re Being Shaken and Stirred in Japan” which was Freshly Pressed later in the day (deservedly so). What she did, by writing a humorous but honest post about her experience of  the earthquake in order to let people know she was safe did something else truly powerful–her post reached across the world and gave people hope on a day when many people (myself included) felt the world crumbling beneath them (no pun intended).  In my eyes, AmblerAngel did what so many women have done before, she told her story in a quiet way that spoke volumes to the world. She also faced the tragedy with bravery and opened her home to her Sensei as she waited for her children to make it back safely. I’m sure she will deny this, but to me that was an act of kindness and of courage that all should emulate.

But, I’m not going to put her alone on a pedestal. Just reading the comments on her post reminded of two other amazing women who travel the world to help others in the face of disaster. Kathryn McCullough, who shares her story on “Reinventing the Event Horizon,” and her partner Sara are just preparing to leave Haiti after a year there, and will then (after a short time in the States) move on to the next area that needs their help. Who knows, perhaps they will end up in Japan next. If that isn’t impressive enough, Kathy is also embarking on a memoir journey into her own issues with mental illness that will be so helpful to many people in this world. That too is an amazing act of courage.

Lest you think I am simply stalking people on WordPress (and I am not, I’m just recognizing important patterns that speak to me), another act reminded me of the quiet strength of women. One of my dear friends from Hawaii, who I have not seen in a while but still think of often, wrote this note to me on Facebook. I hope she does not mind my sharing:

“I just got home from evacuation of the nursing home . . . Looks like we did get up to 6 foot waves and have had a bunch of damage but nothing at all like Japan. A bunch of boat marinas. . .  came loose and boats went everywhere and they are saying La Marianas is “no more”. It sounds crazy but they keep showing this dead fish in the middle of a parking lot in Haleiewa on TV. We are still having waves…smaller but still there. Amazing it is daylight and I still haven’t gone to sleep :-) Anyway thanks for asking about us. :-)

She makes it sound like nothing, but she spent the whole night helping evacuate a nursing home. Yes, it is her job, but I think committing to work in a nursing home is an act of heroism in itself. It takes special people to work with the elderly and with children on a regular basis, and many of them are women.

That leads to teachers, after the earthquake in New Zealand I quoted another dear friend of mine who, like AmblerAngel, shared her story in a way that meant so much. She always amazes me with her passion for educating young people and her innovative approach to everything. Teacher’s like her (and a few others I know) are truly voices that should be recognized and heard in the history of this world.

This list could go on forever: from the blogger who battles for equal rights in the classroom to my friend and fan Leseley who has spent her life creating and providing theater and music programming for people of all ages (I hope to learn more of her story soon);  from A. Hab who confronts some of the hypocrisy’s of higher education to my young friend Caroline who helps battered women in New York and supports cause after cause any way she can (I still remember spending days making puppets with her while her Mom was at work). One last post that I need to mention is this one from a few weeks back at Broadside “Women, Speak Up! I Can’t Hear You” which made me reflect on my own use of voice and the examples that I set for younger women.

As you can see, the list can go on forever. It is a list of women who, even in small and subtle ways, influence the world around them. That list moves forward, but it also extends back into history. I want to learn more of the story of these women. I want to write more of their story as well. But, perhaps more importantly, I want the voices of women to become louder in our story and not be silenced anymore.

[Addition, I just saw this post on Facebook and wanted to add the link as it goes well with my discussion today. I think this could be an exciting opportunity for women:

Sec. Clinton Announces State Department Partnership with Seven Sisters Schools - The Daily Beast.]

Whose story do you want to know? What voice do you want to hear? Which women do you think have stories that need to be told?

The Legacies We Leave

I just finished reading The Swan Thieves and, as I wrote earlier, it has affected me in numerous ways. Kostova writes complex and beautiful stories, that interweave history with romance, mystery with darkness, and introduce  complex characters that seem to have really lived. while I’m not sure I liked this book as much as The Historian I have to acknowledge that Kostova is an amazing weaver of tales.

But this post is not about her.

I started thinking about the things that survive the centuries–things that people go out of their way to preserve and pass on from generation to generation.  As I see it, those things fall into two categories; ART and WORDS. Now, I’m using these terms to encompass a lot of different things. Art can include painting and photographs, building and sculptures, sketches and clothing. Words include books and letters, speeches and sermons, plays and sketches,  journals and advice. In one form or another art and words are preserved and handed down.

Think about it. There are numerous war stories where efforts were made to preserve art. Lives being destroyed through bombs and death, and yet communities gather around to preserve paintings and books that represent the historical  past.

Why do we do this? It’s simple really. Art, architecture and words all tell  our stories in ways that can continue, even if we don’t have descendants and end up a pile of bones. Bones can only reveal stories to the people who know how to read them. But art and words can be shared (in some form) by all.

As there are more and more attacks on arts funding, and more attempts to minimize the value of the arts in education and society, I have to wonder what messages will remain from our time. If we don’t destroy everything on earth, will there be any stories or art that tells future historians about our lives? Will the visitors from other universes who eventually stumble upon the remnants of  our civilization be able to  find images and words that spark mystery and conversation to spur them on to more acts of creativity as they try to tell our story. Or, will all that remains be dust and useless goods?

I apologize for the morbidity of this post. I didn’t really mean that, I’m just wondering–will we leave behind a legacy of destruction or one of beauty?

I choose art. I choose words.