The photo of my new office I promised, there are just two computers, and the attendant just had a bucket shower in the bathroom stall. I love Mexico.
I sink into a word bath
Wind chimes tra la la
Impossible signal is driving me to publish several posts today. I am not sure when I will make it back and there is no scheduling option. Sorry for filling your mailboxes. Hasta Luego, Abby
and what a life it is; the tree I live under
Amate Amarillo, Morelos, Mexico
I have been in the US since March tenth. It’s hard to be away from home so long, though I’m grateful I am free to travel and to see my family and friends. One of the things that makes my visits difficult is being away from writing. After a few days in the US my concentration wanes, my connection to creative flow becomes tenuous.
Yesterday, I received a message from word press that it was the first day of Napowrimo, a poetry writing challenge to write 30 poems in 30 days. I thought, “great idea, just what I need”. I wrote Inevitable Cities and announced my participation. Then I thought, “What am I thinking? I work on a single poem for months, years even!” Releasing poetry on my blog has been a test of will. What happens if I realize a word choice was not the right one, or a line broken differently would have made for a more realized poem? Scary stuff for a poet.
When I start following MesAyah’s blog I was blown away that anyone would challenge themselves to write a poem a day for a year(which he did!). His fearlessness inspired me to be a part of this project. I now face a month of working outside my comfort zone which is always a good thing, let us hope it results in some worthy poems. Light a candle for my muse please, dear readers, paz, Abby
This is where the image came from.