I am pleased to say that I feel much better this weekend and have been getting some things done around here.
Will Wright, poet and editor, and a nice young man, is my house guest. He is teaching a class at my studio this morning. Like so many of my guests, Will exclaimed that he had never had such a good night's sleep as he did in my downstairs bedroom. Karen stayed here before and she agreed. She said it is comforting, like being in the womb. Now isn't that the words of a poet?
I think it is the darkness and the quiet. With no windows to let in the morning light, a person could forget to get up. Will asked permission to come and stay one night each month just to get a really good night's sleep. I told him we could barter, my favorite thing to do. He can help me with my poetry, and I'll provide him with a room where he can rest and sleep as long as he wants.
I am the most fortunate person I know. I have work that I love, and through that work, I meet people I enjoy and admire. Each day brings me more joy and gratitude for what I have.
