I am not a writer. Occasionally I can get my thoughts out in a personal email as I ramble on about the latest “sign” that the universe has delivered to my mental mailbox. However to me a “writer” is a storyteller; an astute observer in the role of spectator or participant, a uniquely thoughtful being who adeptly poses useful questions to ponder about life. It is one who easily connects with the reader by cleverly describing a familiar human experience. The storyteller conveys something relevant and meaningful about themselves or others which inevitably imparts some sorely needed wisdom, all done while telling the story with humor and through heartfelt reflection. Me? I spout….like a lawn sprinkler, creating streams of thoughts in various patterns depending on the setting. At times creating an array of little puddles, and at other times hitting a target and slaking the thirst of a weedy patch of lawn or a forsaken flower garden.
I am soul numero “Uno” aka the spout, the sprinkler. Soul traveler “Due” is the storyteller and writer, and my courageous companion on this exploration of life. This begins the adventure. In this hidden virtual landscape you will traverse the hills and valleys, meadows and forests, and perhaps stop to rest at a quiet pond to reflect on the intertwining thoughts, feelings and musings from Uno e Due.
Due Speaks
I’m a writer because I’ve always written, and my friend Uno calls me one. I have little expectations about how or why I write. I love words, I’m a terrible speller, but the need to express things and try to make sense out of chaos stands.
So why are we doing this? hmmmmm….. We are two of a kind. Same age, background, both married, same number of children, both teachers, even our husbands, have the same first name! We met in space…this miracle system that brings people together. We are struggling with the same issues, identity, sexual and otherwise… where we fit in the world as women, mothers, professionals, wives, members of the community and within our families.
We are, in particular, at a crossroads regarding our marriages and… well love lives. We have come to a realization, separately, that we are either gay, queer, homo, lesbian, bi sexual, switchhitters, or something other than the “usual.” We are cute! the new 50 year old! , fashionable, feminine, smart and know that we have many years to go and want to live them the best way we can. That is without making spectacles of ourselves, and ruining our families, and our good names.
So that’s our story, the beginning. We hope that others will comment on our posts. We know that it has been so important for us to have found each other to journey with and welcome others to join us.
So eloquent! Thank you for putting into words that so many of us feel.
Saw what a great time you had in NYC..and liked what I read about this site.
I love the written word….and this site would be wonderful to visit.
Thanks for sharing it with us at AJ.
I pass smudge resonably at first, tantalisingly hard, all the while contemplating with her dress with my muffled hand. Is that all you’ve done.
As a 52-year-old woman who has been something other than the conventional all of her adult (married) life, I have found your journal with much interest and look forward to stopping in from time to time to read your observations and musings.