… I felt what I wanted now was to get out into the world again. To be a part of it, to be connected once more.
Like Scarlett O’Hara, I felt like I was running back to Tara to find some strength. Only my Tara was about 1600 square feet with a cemetery just beyond the backyard.
there is only that instant… when it returns… and I know such warmth again… when understanding dawns.
the fires burning quietly, this constellation of small stars surrounding me,
fallen to earth below…
I think most times those are the most troubling ghosts of all, the ones that are mine, the ones that are me.
All it took was one small, beautiful moment to remind me.
It’s helped me remember that times come and go in life, including those creative peaks and valleys.
Watch the video here Already in the cold grip of winter here, it’s nice to look back on the lovely warmer weather of October that everyone enjoyed at the fall open house. Here I am reading one of my poems, and talking a bit about plans for my next book.
I’m happy to report that once again I’ll be reading some of my poems this coming weekend at the fall Bedlam Farm Open House, Sat. and Sun., 10/7 and 10/8. I missed the June one, so it will be especially nice to be back. Copies of my book, Gone to […]
I look forward to finding him.., not very well camouflaged, but still trying to hide in plain sight.