We are the words

"We are the words; We are the music; We are the thing itself." -- Virginia Woolf

Writing words has always been in the consciousness of my own creativity. First visualized and then written and then written again but in a different direction and again in a different direction and so on and so on. A word design appears of these words too difficult to speak and too jumbled to be put together to read. Nevertheless they are my words put out of my head and mouth to be added to the universe of words of the soul.

"There is no doubt that in my mind that I have found out how to begin to say something in my own voice." -- Virginia Woolf

WordLayers Web

About 9 months ago, the nice folks who managed my website decided to change careers and opened a business making cupcakes and ditched their web business. True story. My FrontPage, web building software was too old to change (like I felt) but . . . I needed a website to keep my creativity organized, corralled, in a sense. I renewed my domain name, "WordLayers" and found a home to house it and software to start over again. Until this trip to Dairy Hollow, I didn't have the time nor the guts to get on with the task building a new website. I broke through the crust of "I can't . . . " and I did. You can now visit the early workings of second edition of WordLayers.com

Place

Let me sit within a quiet place at the close of day and melt again into the picture on the wall. Softness in folds of purple velvet delicacy in taste. Pomegranate, pineapple and grape. Painted rose ribbon under glass. Blue clay vase on corner table.  Iridescent scents color flowers in a room of slender space. I sit with solitude and observe the art of my life.