Years ago, in my twenties when I lived in New York City, I started a poem entitled, “Consciousness.” I still remember the first line: “A child came into consciousness at nine.” That is all of the poem I remember, now, fifty years later. The child was I, and I was nine years old when I realized that I saw the world somewhat askew from most people. That frightened me as a child, the knowing of that. But, in my senior years, I have come to thank God for the gift of consciousness.
This week has been Easter week, 2015, and today was Easter Sunday.
I wrote the two following posts on a local journalist’s blog from the Atlanta Journal- Constitution which should show my “askew thinking” that has been with me all of my life. I have wondered, at times in my life, if this consciousness were a blessing or a curse. I know today, for certain, that it has been a blessing, and that I will spend the remainder of my life sharing, through my writings, my God-given, authentic perceptions and my unique consciousness. My words do not need the explanation of, or the prefacing of, their context of any length. It is the consciousness which I wish the readers of my blog to understand, not the subject matter per se. Thanks be to God for this gift.
Columnist Jay Bookman’s blog, the AJC, April 4, 2015, Easter Eve: