About this site

Intro

Hi, my name is Delano Son. I was born in Castries Saint Lucia, a Lesser Antilles Island in the Caribbean. I love my island home, the one I remembered that is. Saint Lucia during the nineteen eighties were some of the most precious moments in my life. I cherish those memories as my most sacred. My childhood was my first experience with this world, and it has formed my present reality. I am working on a biographical narrative of my childhood and adventures; stay tuned! I write poetry and prose; however, they remain unpublished. I wanted to start this blog because, at times, I have too much to say😒.
Thoughts often clog up my mind, and I feel somewhat sorry for the individual who is on the receiving end of one of my many rants🤷🏾‍♂️. I joke, I joke; I kid, I kid, I joke! On a more serious note, I have always been a writer, a capturer of thought. Some might say that I have been running from my calling. I was hiding from responsibility like a grade six virtual learner from assignments. I lacked discipline and got lazy. At one point, I refused to write out of fear. Not so much fear of judgement, but instead of what I might have to say and how I share it. It has taken me numerous years to be okay with sharing my opinions with others. I have learned it is okay to write what you think and share it with whoever wants to read or listen. I write for me; I write for free; it is therapeutic and allows me to explore my thoughts and feelings freely. In my opinion, it is the cheapest and most reliable form of therapy.

What is a Mosaic of Jacked up Thingz?

The short and quick answer is me! I am a mosaic of jacked-up thingz; at least, this is how I choose to describe myself to a classmate within my arts cohort at Teachers College. I am not sure of the entire conversation, but after I described myself as such(“I am a mosaic of jacked up thingz!”), my colleague seemed to like the description, so of course, it was memorable enough for me to use it as the title of this blog. I should place a disclaimer about the phase “jacked up” and its intended purpose; however, I am not going to. Jacked up means whatever you, the reader think it means or should mean. I cannot control your interpretation of what I will share with you. I cannot tell you which stories are more “jacked up” than others, nor do I intend to. Depending on your current mood and situation, you may think some things I share are definitely “jacked up!” while others seem normal. My only intended purpose as I write is to share my previous life’s event as it continues into today. Let us face it; life is beautiful but, at the same time, plenty jacked up. I