greetings, saying hello Options

[Guest_dflore_*]

As an infant, Native American Indians babysat me. I like to believe their kindness and maybe a song they sang to me still washes calm in my subconscious. When I think of my early childhood I hear the delicate notes of a music box and see my hair, bleach blonde, slowly turning brown in time to the end of my innocence. I remember singing myself to sleep while my parents were on the verge of divorce. I always see myself from above when I think of that time. Perhaps that’s because I like to think that’s the point of view God watched me from. When I look back at my life, often seemingly happy times occasionally appear to be shrouded in night like a lone dying street lamp. However, I am grateful for the times I’ve had that were intensely illuminated.
I have written off and on my entire life. I am always searching for the non-judgemental joy of creation I had as a child, although judgement does have its merits when it comes to improvement. Criticism certainly has helped me since the time I wrote really bad poems about girls during geometry class in high school. Poetry has been a warm spot in the cold water of serious mental illness that I have battled since my early 20’s. I've been doing well leading poetry classes for others with brain disorders for years.