floating

I'm in southern Minnesota right now, at the Anderson Center. I don't talk much about my 'real' life much on this weblog, partially because it's the private side, partially because it's probably not that interesting, but sometimes somthing slips out and so some of you have put together that I just finished my MFA (Master's degree in fine arts). Some of you, some very discerning ones of you, might even have figured out that I did the MFA in the sublimely prospectless area of poetry.

(Don't get me wrong. Poetry for love, not money, and I'm happy with that.)

So now I'm here, to spend two weeks working on new poems and I feel like I am just floating. There's no schedule, no rules, no places to be (in fact, since I don't drive, there's nowhere I can really go, even if I want to, that's off the [330-acre] grounds!). So I've been writing in the mornings, cooking, making skirts, doing some embroidery. And floating. I feel untethered; I've had to let go of my normal routines (like email! There's one computer with internet, and I don't want to hog it) and replace them with stillness and quietness. It's a good thing for two weeks in the middle of such a busy summer.


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Oh, and [west-coast] Portlandites: I will be in your fair city August 27-Sept. 1, and I would love to have tea, go shopping, etc. Shall we? Drop a line (ohbara at gmail dot com).

And, disclaimer: the mermaid atop this post is old--I can't upload photos here! (Lots, then, when I get home. Or find a wireless connection in town.)