Sculpting us as we return to the sea
Hooray, so glad the Yellowstone workshop is happening! Would love to plan ahead to join it next year. And, I'm intrigued by the poetry as travelogue frame. Some of the poems that felt most urgent to pull from my depths in the past few years center on reckining with the amazing and daunting emotions evoked during travel. Hope to make it on Wednesday!
"...grateful for concrete never poured..."
Michael Garrigan’s poem is beautiful.I’m sitting on my front porch gazing at a slice of the dammed Snake river and trying to imagine what gospel it is trying to convey. I hope to join you on Wednesday.
Yay on the Yellowstone workshop. Over here on the shoulder of Emigrant Peak, things are *just* greening up. Looking at elk crossing above us ... cows still herded up but should be splitting up to calve any day now. Birds! So many birds making noise out there. Welcome welcome ...