Blue Means Happy

Heading home to my blue state. Making new friends at BWI with my Obama sticker on my laptop.

Road Trip

Favorite road name:  Blind Preacher Road

Favorite Church name: Mount Zion Rock Solid Baptist Church

Favorite item for sale in a front yard:  a boat named The Dallas Cowboy

The Real World

This is the sign we see as we leave through the main gate.   I had an impulse to stop my car and put it on the other side of the post--so you'd see it driving in.  It seems to me, that this haven of creativity or other places like it, is for many artists their real world.  The place they inhabit with the most passion and commitment. Sure, before I know it, I'll be back to thinking about property taxes, getting my oil changed, calling the dentist, and seeing if the vet can figure out why one of my cats is licking the hair off her legs, but in a way all of that seems like stuff I could do while sleepwalking.  When I sit down to write at home and look out my window at my towering grevelia  tree that seems like a haven too, but it's there that I feel awake and really, really real.

November

Tonight is my last night at the VCCA. There'll be vodka and dancing. Nice that we get to fall back.

Thinking of a  Tony Hoagland  poem.

http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/19695#