A short poem about why I’m pretty terrible at poker, or anything else where I have to hide what I’m thinking and feeling most of the time. It’s difficult and painful to feel so easily disarmed in the world, but I’ve also learned sensitivity is a strength, not a weakness.
I've never really liked labels, I am this, I am that. But in the interest of introducing myself, I can say that I am many things: nurse, writer, photographer, poet, painter, gardener, friend, armchair philosopher, counselor, nature lover, home makeover aficionado, movie buff, practicing yogi, and aspiring world traveler. I think that's a pretty good list for now. I want to become a bigger part of the vital, creative force I feel deeply at work in the world and connect with other people who want to do the same.
Jacqlyn Thorne 