October finds me in poetry class,...the first writing class I've ever taken. It's non-credit and the youngest person in the class besides myself is 30 years older than me. The class is made up of retired journalists, editors and professors, along with some talented hobby writers.

I'm really enjoying it! I can't believe the command of language this class has. I'm laid back into my seat over and over. I'm sufficiently humbled every week

It is a pleasure to be in the company of those that have had so many more years than I. Their views of the world are quite different. They are mostly more at peace and light hearted. Such charming wit. I guess one learns to take the world in strides. And to have their critiques and encouragement is absolutely wonderful.

So, I am happily being forced to turn out writing every week, which I will post here ocassionally. I hope you enjoy them, and as always, I am hungry for your feedback and criticism. I want to get better, better, better



-Rebekah