I just spent the weekend with my husband in a workshop called The Abyss. It’s one of the Mastery of Self-Expression workshops. I have to say, I haven’t had that much fun with a group of complete strangers in a long time. My mouth hurt from laughing so much and smiling so hard. I told Baby it was like kindergarten for Adults.
For me the workshop was about being present in the moment. That’s the only place you can really live.
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This week’s poem isn’t a dropped page. It’s an included page from Her Red Book. It was randomly selected by Baby for the train tonight.
On the Day of the Great Miracle
She takes a cat’s eye view of birds
standing on the beach like so many refuges
waiting for the great beast
or angel or other end of the world
The form of the deity in her head
full of priceless compassion
If they had hands
they would be sailors
It’s already a miracle she thinks
That they can just be just wait
for the coming of the sea
Behind her the drift of road and vehicle
and the details of dreams
mornings of lemon pulp
afternoons of train conductors
evenings of kitchen drawers
Her liver and chest tight with the
poison of to-do
Today is Sunday and a new yellow stone
Yesterday a sliver of moon with hot and sour soup
A year ago this sun and sky and earth and birds
posed at the edge of the beach
with nothing on their minds
no words of regret on their beaks
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