I’ve neglected my blog. The stress of adjusting to life in a new place, the stress of holidays, the stress of new jobs, and the stress of what’s going on politically has made it hard to put thoughts into words. For some, that kind of pressure opens something up and they can cleverly put what they are feeling and seeing into words. For me, all this just stops me up, and I can’t seem to see through the fog it all creates.
I want to resist. I want to stand up. I want to do or say something, but I don’t know where to begin. This month, I decided to start at a small place. For the month of February, I am sending poems to people I don’t know, people across America and a few in other counties as well. I figure, if nothing else, it’s a small act of peace, a small act that maybe no one but the person who receives my poem will benefit from, but at least I can start there, start with something I know, and begin to try to sift through the fog, begin to try to gather strength and put everything together in a way that is familiar to me. So, I will put at least three poems in the mail today, three meditations, and move on to the next and the next and see what comes after that. It’s one way. It’s a beginning. It’s all I’ve got right now.