I'm back.

I tried blogging at tumblr, and then realized I don't want to learn the tumblr format, with the "notes" and the "brevity"  and the thing where they don't let me leave spaces between my paragraphs.




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Making spaces at will is important to a poet.

I want to write more about cardiographies, the maps of my heart. My maps have expanded since I last wrote here. I have walked toward poetry, marriage, motherhood, home, essence, and birkenstocks.

I can make a cappuccino now, and I know what a villanelle is.

I await a little baby boy, due at the turn of the year.

Cecco di Pietro, excerpt from Madonna and Child with Donors, 1386, tempera on wood.

 I took this snapshot on my phone at the Portland Art Museum.

I am equipped with a contract with myself, derived at Wings seminars:

I am holy, aligned, and living in passion.

I know that I am holy, I strive to be aligned, I feel passionate about some aspects of my life. I know struggle is the big story of life--I think I understand now that everyone lives in change and aspiration, turmoil and progress, movement and darkness.

I want to make my map clearer so I can see who I am being every day. So I can see where I am going, and how quickly, and what distracts me, what excites me, what I love.

I want to see the things I choose and what I ignore, here on these pages.


I want to show off some things that I make.

 I want to keep a record of my days, to hold myself accountable and to celebrate.

Let's see how I do, shall we?