Steemit Is A Hall of Mirrors

"The object isn’t to make art, it’s to be in that wonderful state which makes art inevitable."
- Robert Henri -

Thank God for Steemit.

I've been meaning to write this story for some time now, but other stories have gotten in the way.

No more. Here it is, right now, today.

The Barber Shop

The Barber Shop
Photo courtesy of Mike Wilson and http://unsplash.com

Steemit Is A Hall of Mirrors

Have you ever been in a small-town barber shop?

You know the kind I mean.
There are large mirrors on opposite walls, in front of and behind you.

The mirrors are more or less parallel with one another, although there may be slight and interesting deviations. The effect has mesmerized me since I was a child.

It is like being in an infinitely long tunnel, stretching off into the unimaginable distance...

Barber Shop Hall of Mirrors

Barber Shop Hall of Mirrors
Photo courtesy of David Weekly CC BY 2.0, via Wikimedia Commons

Steemit has been like that for me.

Since I began publishing content on Steemit last August, I have been truly blessed by this community. My creative juices have been stimulated simply by "hanging around" other writers, artists, poets, and creatives of all kinds.

Just "being here," where I can read and learn from others, like-minded and otherwise, is stimulating. Steemit puts me in a state that "makes art inevitable."

Early in my Steeming,

I ran into @lakshmi who inspired me to write haiku. After decades of silence, I have written many haiku here.

While enjoying myself reading, I have encountered excellent writers, both professionals — like @johnjgeddes — and outstanding amateurs — like @baerdric — and I've found myself inspired to write more stories.

I've been encouraged to participate in fiction contests by @stevescoins and others.

I've laughed heartily at limericks and written a few of my own.

I've even done a little painting...

I've found many new friends.

Releasing the lyrics of my soul...

Releasing the lyrics of my soul...
Photo courtesy of Nik MacMillan and http://unsplash.com

As I look into the Steemit hall of mirrors,

I am inspired. I see endless possibilities to begin fulfilling the haunting lyrics of the famous Cuban song, "Guantanamera."

"Y antes de morir yo quiero
Echar mis versos del alma."

Before I die, I strongly desire to release the lyrics of my soul.

Thank you, Steemit, for helping me to do this.


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