the mind of a poet, storyteller, the music she loves, tales she tells, the places she goes, sometimes more, often less.
Friday, October 9, 2009
Bendita is a term I've heard my entire life. It means little blessed one, or blessing. If something unfortunate happened my grandmother would say Ay, pobre bendita, poor blessed one. I've had a poem circulating in the veins for a a few weeks with the word. It may come out soon, or not.
This week has been a lesson on how things can change in an instant. The whole last month has. I've somehow kept smiling, maybe this shi-eating grin is the way I keep sane.