Off Facebook and Instagram. Still grappling with Twitter. Continuing to allow myself to get pulled into the political frenzy waiting/wanting/expecting for that “something” to change.
And still, it continues.
I read Natalie Goldberg’s newest, “Three Simple Lines: A Writer’s Pilgrimage into the Heart and Homeland of Haiku”. Last night, half way through, I stopped thinking, “I’m not ready for this to end, slow down Mary.”
Awakened at midnight to my partners cold knees into the backs of my knees and a haiku arises
your cold knees
snow is coming
This says something about a book getting under your skin.
This says something about how inspiration is waiting to be heard.
In the quiet.
In the listening.