I admit – today was the first day I heard about this woman. I may have heard people quoting her yet never paying attention who stood behind the name. I am ashamed I never looked for her. I’m ashamed I only found out about her.
And yet another bright light has passed. I was always wondering what is this magical place where talent goes after we pass away. Does it disappear into the void? Does it go to another person or does it return to the pool of collective consciousness where it is freely available for anyone who is willing to welcome it?
She was a master of words. Her ability to communicate thoughts through language was like channeling a divine source. She was a messenger that gave us true clarity and comprehension of us as individuals and as a whole.
This quote pretty much sums up everything that I ever felt about writing without knowing it.
When I am writing, I am trying to find out who I am, who we are, what we’re capable of, how we feel, how we lose and stand up, and go on from darkness into darkness. I’m trying for that. But I’m also trying for the language. I’m trying to see how it can really sound. I really love language. I love it for what it does for us, how it allows us to explain the pain and the glory, the nuances and delicacies of our existence. And then it allows us to laugh, allows us to show wit. Real wit is shown in language. We need language.
RIP Maya Angelou