wow

Almost 3 months since my last entry.
Currently reading an Emily Dickenson biography and readying some poems for submission.

Lost in summer

Mucha

hope it rains

movies/books

Saw: Gran Torino: Interesting, for Clint Eastwood
Tropic Thunder, with the incomparable RDjr.
Reading: Best American Essays 2007-article by Malcolm Gladwell
also reading: A BioCritique of Emily Dickenson
also, various blogs
enjoying: my beloved Possets

long weekend

Reading Elizabeth Alexander's collection of poems, American Sublime, and it is. Also a book about aromatherapy because I'm having such a great time with Possets. Br and I together after 2 weeks apart (graduations!). He is calming and funny and indulges me as a woman ought to be. I'm desperate for some new music.
blah blah blah

songs...

please, no more songs about heroes, wings, dreams, blah blah blah.....

Beautiful graduation ceremony. Patty looked lovely.

Busy week gone, busy week ahead.
P's graduation week from today!
Serious work issue meeting, waaaaaaay too much paperwork.

Lilacs in bloom,balmy, cool, comfortable weather.
Poems in my head. The people on the Possets forum seem to be better than most forum writers, so I count reading/writing there as practice. And sampling a different scent each day is delightful, brings up memories. I feel better.

That %$#@&^!! flu thing and others...

Well, one school, because of one possible swine flu case, in our district closed Monday. NOT the school I'm at. No one seems to know what's what or panicking, except, it seems, the news. There's always a lot of kids sick in schools.
Got my Possets oil scent samples in the mail today. I am a serious scent addict. It calms me.
Jumbled lines in my head. I am still not disciplined enough to WRITE A LINE OR IDEA DOWN as soon as I get it.
No one is reading this...HEY YOU OUT THERE...if you read this, leave a comment!

G'night.

May Day

Oh!
(after a week of lousy blood sugar, hellish finances, mystery flu and some sad,disturbing moments with-hate the phrase,but here it is,covers everyone in my life-significant others)
it was Friday! And May Day!
And I had a sudden flash memory: Of making paper cones, filling them with flowers and giving them to parents, friends, neighbors. At least once in my life, I have danced around a maypole and the best memory of all, so dreamlike that I've checked with childhood friends: Did this really happen? Yes, yes it did and it was as enchanting as I recall: waking up some spring morning and finding our lawns covered with wildflowers: tiny snowdrops, dutchman's breeches hiding close to the trees , bluebells. Cherry,apple,pear trees blooming, and a fairy ring (a perfect circle of much darker grass on the lawn,where the fairies had danced.)
A gift, this memory. All these years, it must have been hiding behind bills, arguments, joys, reports, faces and voices.
Waking up, Persephone, warming, sweet rain, hope. Hey! This memory was closer than i thought-I know I wrote a poem about emerging in the spring...
wonder what notebook it's in...

Prime the pump...

Writing, about anything seems to- as every teacher I ever had told me-that writing begats writing begats the wonderful feeling, that need to, want to create.

OR, it could just be my Piscean way of hiding from..you know...life.