Carol Wiebe

I have loved the work of Mary Oliver for many years. Reading a poem by Oliver fills me, allows me to revel in a feeling so beautifully described that I can barely contain it within me. It wants to expand, grow, reach up to the moon, the stars. Barely Contained Oliver has always expressed her private nature, her solitary life, but recently I ran across this interview and was greatly surprised by how ebullient she was. I think my favorite question, posed by Maria Shriver, was “

Or perhaps I just live a sheltered life, and my statement (title) only makes that patently obvious. Looking at this piece, I would say my muse is telling me that it’s time to explore my wild side more. Cracks Are Forming #wild #cracks #WildThing #CWWOL20110918 #wildside #muse #TheTroggs

I love that word, eschew. Sounds like a sneeze, but means so much more in terms of letting go. I interpret it as standing my own ground, embracing what I believe in, having the guts to go my own way. Maybe it’s my birthday yesterday, maybe it’s getting ever closer to my sixth decade, maybe it’s a glimmer in the air, but I feel a deep welling inside to just GO FOR IT as far as my art is concerned. What does that mean? Following my impulses with gusto: stepping on the gas and i