Today has not been my best day...but maybe tomorrow will be better...computers are great but drive me crazy...I hate the way cell phones, and cingular in particular, runs our lives...
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Okay...it is now some days later...October...the month of the seed, of conception...precedes gestation...months til July...
And it's Another Beautiful Day in the Pacific Northwest...a place that has imprinted itself deeply into my soul...or has it simply reawakened what has been in there from some other life..? like Home...the Salmon, the waters, the trees, the clouds, the plants, and yes, even the rain...
I came across and up by train from back east, my former life having been some completely nomadic existence up and down from NYC to Ottawa, (with 5 years in southern CA when I was a young'un) - theatrical family, but me always writing (though I played my Daddy's daughter on Edge of Night back in the early 60's, when television was 'live')...
I broke down a few years ago and was in a bunch of plays, and even danced in a musical...It was alot of fun, and I had to admit I liked getting into a role and really embodying a character...
But I've always danced...I spent 10 years hardcore messing up my knees, learning rhythms in my bones, studying dance from Mali and Senegal...learning more about America's legacies...
Vietnam is a War to me - a time period...the air has since changed in this country...what once was a dream is now on sale for $1.99, made...somewhere else, somewhere that doesn't pay...
I managed to live off the grid for a bunch of years, until I decided to go back to school...I love school...I love learning...I love new paper and new pens...I love books...Books have been my lifelines, and my teachers...But now I have mentors in the flesh: at UCCC in NY; here at Evergreen; and especially in The Writing Center, where I am a tutor...writing, and finally talking about writing...
I almost didn't make it out of last year alive, but sometime in march, or was it april, the little English Daisies began to sing to me of life again...to remind me of the magick...and to make me see it all around me, in the salal, in the evergreens, in the mosses, in every nook and cranny of Cascadia - let's not forget the Seals, and the Otters, and the Seagulls...
I have come to have, here, as well as back east, what I can truly define as Friends, whose love I never want to be seperated from...whose loveliness is a miracle to experience...and with whom I intend to spend many wonder-full seasons.
