12 Quotes by Sandra Sealy

Writing reminds me of carving a sculpture. The early rough hewing doesn't look too pretty but is necessary to reveal the chiseled artistry beneath.

She rises- hips ripplingto a silent merenguebearing sloshing vessels homeward,a little water breaking the reliefof dust on her feet-reflectinghow women seemto grip the secret of wringingthe blue cloth of sorrowdry to make wine.-Excerpt from Sandra Sealy's poem "Haitian Water Bearer" in "Chronicles Of A Seawoman: A Collection Of Poems

Women have always had to be #creative about making limited resources work to sustain themselves and their families. They understand what it means to make the hard decisions and to just get on with it. That is why it is imperative for women not just to be the ones dusting off the table but, crafting its legs for our world to stand on.

During those times I feel guilty or cut off from producing, I need to remember I am in cocoon mode. Sometimes you just need to binge watch movies or sleep or do nothing at all…for months. But I assure you, that a gorgeous butterfly emerges ready & re-energized; to light up the world with new ideas, content & #writing,

I've noticed one of the marks of a good piece - whether it be a book, film, #poem, song or other type of #story - is that you notice something new every time you revisit it.

For me, a father supplies sperm and his part of the chromosomes necessary for life. But a dad? He gives of his time & wisdom while nurturing forever memories and life lessons with his heart.

I believe a writer is...the scribe-griot of his/her nation. S/he has the power to incite, ignite, excite, pacify, edify, motivate and eliminate others with the slash of a pen, click of a mouse or swipe of a finger. Though coloured by time, class, age, geography, childhood and other factors, a writer crystallises a slice of his/her society's culture, mores and its dark and light truths. A writer makes everything real.

Birthday Card To #BarbadosYou are 166 sq milesof sweet, undulating beauty-replete with richness and contradiction. I could never be all I am...without you,Never knew how hard I'd fall - especially when I am away from you.Happy Birthday, Bim

What are we to do in this time? How do we function? How do we not completely lose it? I choose to use my #pen to cut open my shell to release the pus of pain and trauma and loss mixed with sludge-like #ash.