Ever since my once-upon-a-time days, I’ve always been a lover of literature, of any readable form. I may not write that well, but I am patient enough to dissect each line, word, and down to the last punctuation. So what does that make me?
A lot of things.
I am a reader.
A fan.
A student.
A critique (have I any right to be one?)
A thinker.
A dreamer.
A poet.
During my 2-week sojourn to Dumaguete, I was uber blessed to sit in a poetry reading by some of the great literary minds in our country. The Dumaguete National Writers Workshop just concluded. Mere mortals like me were able to share the same summer night’s breeze with panelists and fellows alike. GH Abad…Marjorie Evasco to name a few… listening to them transported me back to my long-lost self. I am so consumed with trying be a literary genius, that I’ve forgotten the elating effect of being enraptured by words.
For last 5 years, the only lexicon I’ve had contact with was a Medical Dictionary. It would definitely seem close to impossible for me to come up with a poem or a short story with an arsenal of terms pertaining to the human body. Hay naku! I can’t seem to decide if entering a medical field was a blessing or a curse..okay, I am exaggerating. Every aspect of my life has been immensely enriched by God. But I still have to admit to the fact that my preoccupation with my course in college led me to a different path. Save for a 3-unit required course on Philippine Literature, it has all been about healing people and leading individuals to a better life– in a Nursing perspective.
Excuses! Excuses! wahaha
Maybe I’ll just go back to reading blogs, dissecting poems, and living the life I’ve been accustomed to.
Thank you writers for inspiring me to read and aspire to have your way with words.
