Yes, a quiet walk, of course grounds this day of deep and powerful conversations and connections with women writers. All day. Deeper and deeper it grows. I can't imagine not having a place like this, a tribe, a community, students, mentors, friends, colleagues; the richness of this experience enlivens me through and through. I'm delightedly and happily exhausted. And in addition to my own teaching, I attend a poetry workshop with Vanessa Jiminez Gabb this morning, first thing, on narrative poetry, and the very first prompt she offers sets me on a journey toward a poem I will be working on for some time. I have such limited time to pursue it here, but it's one I will return to as soon as I can. Then we spend time unpacking Sharon Old's poem, "Last Look." It's a splendid workshop.
On an hour break, I take some time for myself on the green lawn in a red Adirondack chair in the sun and I take myself on a psychic journey - an imagined encounter with the goddess Demeter. I want to thank and praise her for all the blessings of the journey of motherhood, raising my three children to adulthood. And I imagine, I hear her voice thanking and praising me too. I am so engrossed in our conversation on the grass, I am almost late for my workshop, and I am drying my eyes, and rushing across the lawn, feeling so much, what I can feel here, is so much that I need to feel and express. I am listening so closely to my heart here. Asking questions: Answers come.