trilbyhart
trilbyhart
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I am a writer of fiction, poetry and the occasional non-fiction (opinion) piece. I live in Maine, close to Acadia and Bar Harbor, on the Blue Hill Peninsula. Although I was born and raised in Connecticut, I spent a decade of my life in California. It's great to be back on the East Coast, yet there are things that I dearly miss about San Francisco. It is one of the most beautiful cities that I have ever been to, and to have had the priviledge of living there was just remarkable. I'd go back in a heartbeat, for many reasons.
I am by education a specialist in neo-natal intensive care. However, I prefer writing, and have realized some success with it. I am working on my second novel, parts of which I may occasionally test run here. I also belong to The Writers Workshop which is for me, very exhilarating. I am here to learn from all of you, as I have found that the greatest education that I've ever gotten in writing has been from other writers, other people and experience in general-in that order, exactly.
I am currently raising my four year old grandson (after five children of my own) with my husbands help. I have found that this child is one who sees life and it's every attendant, however mundane detail as an awesome adventure, despite the congenital neurological disorders that he must overcome.
Children do truly appear to be remarkably resiliant creatures. God's clean slate, given to us by Him; or perhaps by the universe as another learning experience for us jaded, been here forever adults.
So, I see my current path, my latest do-over if you will; as the miracle of seeking to fill in Caleb's blanks, find his foundation anew, assist in the quelling of his world of frustration. A very tiny world, one that none of us realized he was living in because he is so sweet and affectionate.
A world that, as I work to broaden it, I learn more from daily than from any graduate course I have ever taken in any subject.
The more time that I spend with this child, the more I question what in my still young life I have not chosen to do, and why that is. Yet I then find myself wondering just how it is that I dare question my great good fortune in finding this new context within which to live my own life. Clearly, my life is currently filled with many an incongruity. I have learned, however, that incongruity, when paid attention to, generally leads to change. Therefore, even as it can make life appear farcical at times, discrepancy is something that I never want to live without!
The unexpected surges of joy alone are priceless, the laughter, the suddenly NOT so serious perspective feels just like walking on clouds to me, I wouldn't trade this for anything on earth, anything known to mankind.
It is a very different concept than drama, which is sad, but makes me curious about the person who exhibits it, as there is also a reason for that. Generally a sad reason, often more than one, frequently festering, and always one to be learned from nonetheless.
I am generally a happy person, who clearly has absolutely no desire to obtain an understanding of the concept of brevity!
Cheers! Mona
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