Window Winds of Change
Time's Elusive Nature
I spent three hours trying to get a raccoon out of the house recently. It was not as much fun as the three hours I spent with my grandkids at Dave & Buster’s. Time is like that. Mutable.
Three is a pretty cool number. It is a prime number. Goldilocks met three bears, and the wolf met up with three pigs. It is important in many religions. In Catholicism, the Trinity is God the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit (Three Persons in One God); in Hinduism, a trinity of divine forces—Lord Brahma (the creator), Lord Shiva (the destroyer), and Lord Vishnu (the preserver); in Judaism, one stands for unity. Two stands for disagreement. Three stands for the harmony of opposites, including the properties of one and two; in Taoism, the Tao produced One; One produced Two; Two produced Three; Three produced All things; in Islam, there are three core dimensions: Islam (submission through actions), Iman (faith and belief), and Ihsan (spiritual excellence and sincerity). The Diné (Navajo) believe that there were three worlds to pass through before this one (Earth). Don’t worry. I’ll stop here. But the relativity of time is pretty fascinating.
Three. Three weeks ago, I was on my way to The Bread Loaf Environmental Writers Conference. It was beyond fulfilling. To be around so many other people who are interested in the same (some say nerdy) things as you are is a gift. Joseph O. Legaspi was our poetry workshop leader, and was brilliant and funny and caring and held us to a high standard. I am forever grateful. In my group was Jen Karetnick, co-founder of SWWIM Every Day, which “sustains and celebrates women poets.” She is one of many increbible writers I met. Our “Legaspi Group” is staying in touch via online workshopping of our poems.
To read “I Have Lost My Fear,” my poem published in SWWIM, please click here.
Three. poetry + environmental science + community = a joyful rising in our climate-changed world (Hellbender Gathering of Poets)
Shout Outs & Happenings
July 13: Can’t wait to start the Women’s Studio Workshop’s Gel Printing class with Yetunde Rodriguez this week!
July 28: Attending the online generative Writing Session, Smouldering at the Roots: The Plight of the American Chestnut Tree with Special Guest Lake Graboski via Hellbender.
Three. tres. trois. drei. tre. 三.
Three decades ago, in 1996, I got my teaching degree. I was married to the love of my life, and we lived in Scottsdale, Arizona. Kent E. St John was starting his travel writing career.
We went to a wedding in England for friends Michaela Strachan & Duncan Chard and got our picture in HELLO Magazine. Unbelievable, the world this man, my husband, gave me. Unbelieveable. Hoping to do it justice with my memoir, The Dead Folder: My Truce with Grief (looking for publication).
Love that poem!
three hours with the racoon! What waiting power I love everything about your post, Bread Loaf, never ending exploration. I am so gla you are in my life.