There was this idea that we would go to a café in town, drink tea, write our Things To Be Written, and have a little distracted supper while still writing. Didn’t happen. We’ll say the stars refused to align, even though I don’t think that’s a thing. What we did instead: Oh, and we did […]
Lord, have mercy on me, a sinner A new friend happens to be preparing for Greek Orthodox catechesis. She was showing me her prayer-bracelet, a black cord of 33 knots and a bead. She prays the circlet three times, saving the bead for the last circle, and uses “the Jesus prayer.” She recited it, skitter-skatter, […]
Wednesday morning began with a 6:30 walking meditation session. Optional, naturally. And it was stinkin’ early. But as poet-K pointed out, it was exactly my thing. I managed to incorporate a new practice: keeping my steps (pace) inside my meditative breathing. This, my friends, is slooowww. But it made lots of room for looking. So […]
One of the constants at Glen Workshop is daily collective worship/devotion time. (It’s a faith+art conference, so not a surprise.) Our chaplain this year believes in silence. And when I say, “believes,” I don’t just mean the way Roy Blount, Jr. uses it in this line: “There’s an old Southern story about an old boy […]
As of Sunday lunchtime, I’ve ensconced myself at Glen Workshop. Evidently this afternoon’s work (Monday’s) was all about Thursday: it took me longer than I’d prefer to kite out and back to the AAA for maps, so I had just an hour or two to puzzle out all the various options for driving out to […]
Ever since I got pregnant, I’ve been on a mission to record the fleeting growth and change of becoming a mother, as a retroactive message to my art-school self that says, “You don’t disappear!” https://www.newyorker.com/culture/culture-desk/being-an-artist-and-a-mother I can’t say it’s being a prolific week for me anyway. But this hit me like a sucker punch—any of […]
The threads in my Facebook on “OMG, less than a week ’till Glen Workshop,” and “Who’s going to be there this year?” and “Are we going to that place with the margaritas again, or the craft cocktail place, or both?” have started to crowd out my usual threads. I find it delicious that, on merely […]
Week ago Saturday, I arrived home in the evening after a full day of Girl Scout adult enrichment. First, My Sweetie checked to be sure I’d eaten dinner—absolutely: I can get from Killeen to Round Rock without my supper, but not all the way to Oak Hill-!—then assessed my lunch choices, and the learnings of […]
There’s one more week until I dive into the Glen Workshop. One of my Glen-friends, with littles who do not come to Glen, has (I believe) begun an hour-by-hour countdown tracker. I’m beginning to fizz, myself… …and solidly daunted by All The Things I Planned to Finish Before Glen. It seemed so much more reasonable […]
So yeah, I could have chosen differently when I scooted back from the massage. (Besides the parts where I put on people-clothes and arranged a date with My Sweetie-!) I could have settled in to write something of import or depth. But at 4:45pm on a Friday afternoon, I instead chose to click on the […]
