I Write to Live and Live to Write

Easter week has been great for me. I even went to church! Trinity Church on Wall Street had a Easter Spiritual/Musical TENEBRAE. The haunting unaccompanied choirs sang from different corners of the church and their music rose to the arched ceilings filling the church with Latin chants and harmony that gave me shivers up and down my spine.

Central Park in spring, is a big patch of wonder surrounded by honking taxis, endless traffic, skyscrapers, sirens and people, people, people. It was amazingly quiet and tranquil on Saturday morning in this lovely spring setting.

Montauk. Wild, Windy, Wet, the end of the world and so much fresh air you could bottle it and live on it for a week.

Easter Parade, with our daughters dogs was a huge hit we discovered. We were interviewed by New York 1, photographed over a 1,000 times, I'm sure, and got to meet this elderly couple ages 97 and 94 who used to come to the Easter Parade in a horse and buggy.

I often think about the mix between living and writing. Sometimes I am living life so fully I find no time to write, sometimes I am writing so much I find little time to live. But to write well with passion and depth I believe one must live life to the fullest. To write with feeling, one must feel life to the fullest. To write with color one must explore the world to the fullest. To write with love, one must embrace the world to the fullest.

I had a wonderful life of living this past week and now I'm going to write, write, write!