Friday, March 9



Four days in Nottingham turned into two weeks. Lines crossing the canal, the Channel, the hexagon. Lucky: Sainsbury's (I love English grocery stores), seeing the swans, beautiful morning weather. Time to write, think, cook, relax, talk to new people, bake sweets, go to the pub, walk around, dance.


Time to think about what I want to do, how I can go about doing it. Thinking about staying, thinking about leaving. It's been nearly six months since I arrived. Some days in the beginning I felt like France was suffocating me. Yesterday I said to my friend that France feels like home. I was happy to be in England, but I was ready to go home to Dole. Never thought I would feel that way.

nottingham: houses

Your kind words about my book have been taken to heart. I thank you for them. Writing, for me, is something I do without thinking of the rest of the world. It is its own thing. And I never expected that I would publish a book; I sort of believed it was something that happened to other people. But, thanks to a professor who believed in my work and in me, here it is. I am finally beginning to feel comfortable saying "I'm a poet," when people ask me what I do.

and there'll be doves over

Good to be back. See you soon.


Blogger Mama Urchin said...

I was just thinking to myself this morning that we hadn't heard from you in a while. I'm glad you're back home, and that it feels that way.

2:16 PM  
Blogger lisa s said...

oh yes - you are a poet... and that's its own kind of home, no??

can't wait to get mine...

8:55 PM  
Blogger Matroskin said...

The foggy picture is eerie. A foggy day here too.

1:08 PM  
Blogger shari said...

lovely thoughts and words eireann. xo

8:33 AM  
Blogger cally said...

wow, since i was last here you have become a published poet! well done, how thrilling!

1:53 PM  
Anonymous Lisa | eots said...

A very fine poet indeed, and published!

5:57 PM  
Blogger love.boxes said...

Lovely. And, we need more poets, don't you think?

10:04 AM  

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