Imagination is an invisible friend you can believe in.  ~ vincenzo ©

To the artist, each entry is a love letter that provides a sacred space for contemplation. It is twofold: what you plan to send and what no one but yourself will ever read. ~ vincenzo ©

As a child I sensed I was different and somehow set apart from the herd.  Although I sought to camouflage myself, sometimes my emotional sensibility would leak out.  I didn’t know what sensory overload signified back then, yet I vividly recall how too much stimuli could leave me overwhelmed, incoherent, and exhausted.  On top of that list I also had few social skills.  In my family of origin communication was overshadowed by emotional upheaval and the need to keep up appearances.

My life was a mix of childlike joy and competitive misery.  I remember summer vacations, the playful titillation of sunshine and breeze on my icy cold wet skin after a long swim, trekking home with my best friend — our fingertips dipped in bright orange from synthetic cheese puffs. However these and other Disneyesque scenes interspersed themselves among many boot-camp segments where I had no idea what was being asked of me. Coaches and fellow players yelling or ridiculing me for my latest blunders. I never questioned these uncivil acts, but assumed they were fully justified.

Although school life dragged on in its tiresome/tedious way, one day something unusual happened.  I don’t remember what the speech was about nor the name of the student. I just remember the effect her storytelling had upon me. We were in third grade. She was a slim East Indian girl with charming Asian eyes and an intelligent sounding soft voice. I remember her unassuming literary style, disarming me with her playfulness and uncommon wisdom. After that speech, a subtle creative process of mitosis began. A love for words awakened. Little by little, I started enjoying classic literature, creative writing and dabbling in motivational talks.

Later as an adult, I began reading about the Highly Sensitive Person (HSP) and how many HSPs are creative/gifted. The challenging side however, is they also have neurotransmitters making them vulnerable to emotionally intense environments. I was most relieved to finally view my childhood through this benevolent and insightful perspective.

~ vincenzo

In today’s mad-rushed materialistic world, life can be a dreary desert lacking imagination and soulful reflection. Emotional upheaval or boredom can cloud and dominate the center core of their being. Friendships, media, school and even family life can form a dissonant chorus of cynical voices. Nevertheless, we  respond to motivational stories and the lessons they inspire.

We may or may not remember the name of that someone, the exact words of this or that chapter. What we remember, is the unforgettable effect it has upon our heart today. It is the seed well planted in spite of the adversity and disappointments.

In the hurry of daily living we can feel profoundly disconnected. And yet, despite many years of wanting, a creative cell can burst forth into new life. We begin discovering the joy of reading or perhaps artistic expression. It all starts with a spark of inspiration. What the artist/writer instinctively sense is how every source of inspiration is intimately connected with love.

~ vincenzo

The beauty of creative writing is seen in its power to awaken imagination, emotion and pathos – facets normally kept in check. In it we discover a kinder, more noble world. We embrace its vitality even when real time may be insipid and cold. It is a time machine allowing the mind’s eye to visit distant lands in other eras. It is connecting with open hearts on a level rarely achieved in verbal interactions.

For some, blogs are an unmasking of the wounded self, where we attempt to calm and reconcile the aching, elusive inner world of conflict and emotions. It is also a day by day, week by week reconnection to the wonderment and awe of the ageless inner child. ~ vincenzo ©

Through classic literature we are at once in touch with authors of the past who transcend time with their literary wisdom and genius. Their love of life touches us to the core while reminding us of the brevity of life’s sojourn. ~ vincenzo ©

Writing is not just another way to communicate. It is the deepest and most soulful. ~ vincenzo ©