Sunday, July 28, 2024
Thoughts from the Author
The One
When I stand before a yoga class, guide a healing workshop, or embark on humanitarian endeavors, a single thought echoes in my mind: even if just one soul finds a glimmer of improvement in their life, then it is all worthwhile. This guiding principle—do it even if it's just for one—resonates deeply within me. I am not alone in this belief. Many philanthropists understand that adopting this mindset is essential, for if we focus too broadly on the vastness of the world's needs, we may become disheartened by all we cannot accomplish and lose our drive.
Yet, those who persevere know that even one, just one, can make a difference. Each individual touched by our efforts sends ripples through the ocean of positivity and hope, reaching others in ways we may never witness. When I write, the 'one' is me. If my work brings catharsis and touches another, it is a gift beyond measure. The true reward lies in those ripples that connect and uplift us all, weaving a tapestry of a more beautiful world.
Do it just for one.
by Gina Rose
Sunday, July 28, 2024
I write because I must. The characters ask for their stories to be told. I gave in to them as a child, but life, mixed with a dash or two of trauma, trained me to silence them. I suppressed them for years, attempting to fit into a space I was not meant to hold. Gratefully, age and time, accompanied by great literature and healing, have brought me back to the page and taught me to discipline myself enough to sort out the chaos of the characters and worlds that haunt me.
I am a novelist, poet, artist, mother, yogi, lover of our planet, and humanitarian. My work uniquely blends various genres, reflecting the diverse facets of life.
My debut publication, Respect The Thorn, is a collection of poetry. I have been writing poems since childhood, using them to express feelings I could not otherwise communicate. My beloved grandmother, who rarely bestowed praise, cherished my poems and encouraged me to write more.
When I reflect on my life, I realize that the times I felt most lost were when I was not writing. I think in poems, and when I transfer them to the page, something magical happens—a small yet profound healing occurs each time. It is like therapy but without the expense.
Note from the Author
Gram and me