to the degree that I sometimes forget that I must produce a final product.
I’ve been on a creative roll since I started kicking on doors. I am continuing to work on what I dubbed my own personal February challenge, which is to write a poem a day. And in the process I’ve come up with the 14 poems for my friend Betty Pierce and my March 24 reception “13 Ways of Looking at a Goat.” And I’ve written a handful more for next Saturday’s upcoming local presentation called “If Aprons Could Talk.” A dental apron is a trigger for my family-related dental history. And on Sunday I’m going to give a presentation at the Mat-Su Horse Council Symposium, one called “Thinking outside the Round Pen: Embracing Either/Or Contraries.”
I just submitted three goat poems to the Alaska Dispatch Writing Contest, and I will also submit an essay entitled “Compost Happens.” And in the next few days I’ll apply for a Rasmussen grant.
In April I’m going to the east coast for horsey doings and doing a Centered Riding/Centered Writing/Centered Art workshop with Centered Riding instructors Mary Trafford and Susan Harris.
And there is the day-to-day stuff. This morning I wrote a poem entitled “The Patron Saint of Lost Causes.” It’s about losing my glasses. And I went outside and took some photos for this dispatch. I was in the horse pen, attempting to evade my shadow when I realized that I should instead acknowledge its existence and incorporate it into my photos. So the two here are shadow photos. I could even do a whole series of shadow photos.
I understand that change is a constant and that one way or another I will soon be gainfully employed and therefore I won’t have as much time to dabble as I have now. This is a real shame. But it makes the time I do have to do this all that much more valuable.
Next; 43. 2/12/17: The Horse Life: The Wind at my Back