I'm sewing again. I'm happiest when I'm working with my hands or body. As much as I enjoy stillness and quiet, my body craves physicality, the tactile arts, being touched, cooking.
Wednesday, September 15, 2010
a little pouring
I began and finished a draft of a poem the other night for the first time in months and it felt truly good to write. Not easy, but good. I sent a draft of the poem last night to my poet pen-pal and he loved it, he only had one line he recommended changing and he was right. I changed the line and the stanza became more gripping. Just a couple of words. This morning when I woke up I had another email from the poet pen-pal about his insomnia with more thoughts on the content of the poem. We've never met but have had wonderful email exchanges for a some time now.