Oh, the wind has left me with luck, luck, luck-a-lee, oh, luck-a-lee!
First off, I’ll be heading to hear Gary Snyder read tomorrow at a sorta nearby college. And as if the Lady of Poetry, O Mysterious Muse, could not restrain herself with sparkly good events, I landed a spot at a writer’s workshop with Robert Bly. As in, thirty people and Bly. For forty-five dollars. SO anxious was I to secure my spot at this workshop that I drove to the Prama Institute, where it will be held, and there I discovered a large and loverly building that is in need of art on its walls. A nice place for some high quality prints, I said, and the directors agreed. Wanting to share my good fortune, I called the also sparkly megalopoet and had a most delicious con-ver-say-shee-un, for hours, which is more fun than I’ve had on the phone in ages.
And then today, oh today, the sparkles continue, with Sunshine and Birdsong, and an Enchanted Walk into the forest with my Dear Sweet Friend Whitney, whom I love, love, love, and we beheld all sorts of Spring-Life, and nibbled little red poison ivy leaves (ask me why), and saw a yellow trillium, and little ferns unfurling, and best of all, yes, beautiful gift of the day, a Luna Moth, perched under a rock, perhaps a brand new Luna Moth, with wide and feathery antennae, and a silk-furred body, and green wings wide and folded, and velvet purple legs.
Then back to work, and work we did, then off to a soccer game, where Alex and Rae BOTH scored points, the game, a winner, and dinner, and here I am, so grateful, so rich with the goodness of living. The wind has brought me luck, luck, luck-a-lee, luck-a-lee!