TED Susan Cain: The power of introverts

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Comment by Kimberlyann De Angelo on March 4, 2012 at 6:40pm

Can I transfer it somehow or do I need to retype it into blog space?

Comment by wiffledust on March 4, 2012 at 6:23pm

i mean this particular piece of your creative writing. creative writing should be in your blog space, separate blog for each work. add a pic so it's easier to share. and ta da! let me know if you have any questions!!! thanks!

Comment by Kimberlyann De Angelo on March 4, 2012 at 6:18pm

Thank you, Lisa.  Do you mean this particular writing, or information about the book, as far as sharing on my blog space?

Comment by wiffledust on March 3, 2012 at 6:39pm

wow. that is beautiful! i hope you'll put it in your blog space with a pic so i can share on twitter and fb. WONDERFUL writing!!!

Comment by Kimberlyann De Angelo on March 3, 2012 at 1:04pm

It was my immediate response upon watching the video...some comes from a collection of writings I am publishing...and Drink the Liquid Sound of Wisdom.... Some from an old piece...years ago, but still in my heart, the rest, spontaneously in the moment as it was all thread together in one piece.  I guess simply it comes from my journey...as cliche' as that sounds.  Thank you so much for sharing that video.  She is doing a wonderful thing.

Comment by wiffledust on March 3, 2012 at 12:25pm

where did that come from, kimberlyann?

Comment by Kimberlyann De Angelo on March 3, 2012 at 12:24pm

This is so beautifully and profoundly needed.
Would I know I were a "Loner"
had I not been told such?
Would I know conversation
with animals, birds, insects and trees
had I not walked, sat, slept with,
danced in their midst as one with them;
had I "known" I was "alone"---sole
human among them?
Would I have tasted the Liquid Sound
of Wisdom
had I always been surrounded
by choice libation of others' to drink?

My voice knows its peace
as I communicate among the
animals, birds, insects and trees;
as I speak through listening...
Where Mother Moon
can whisper through a
frantic moan
in a shaking forest
so the leaves beneath
lust not Spring nor Summer
But instead lie in Her arm
sleep, crying not, Fall
into a dream, drunk
from the milk in the delicate
Winter of her breast...
To rest in the Womb and drink the Liquid Sound of Wisdom...