Now I am 32.
I marked the ocassion by cooking a large feast for a lot of people I love and hosting a dance party.
Friends brought a sound system that turned my house into a club.
But the kind of club where you can still get some dancing done
because there is room enough for everyone
and all of our limbs to flail and be flung
and the music was actually good.
I bought a 9 and a half pound salmon and rode it home on my moto, in my backpack.
If you cook it, they will come.
The Gods gave me a thunder and lightning storm.
It was 6 hours long
and that is not an exageration.
I buzzed around like a bumblebee, between friends and crushes and songs
front porch, back porch, kitchen
I did a costume change and accepted, gratefully, their applause
I partied all night long
6am, you haven’t looked that beautiful in awhile…
And now I am 32 and it’s time to keep working.
I’ve had some pretty great converations about the balance between work and play, effort and joy, the intermingling thereof.
I am working on some new collaborations with people.
They are not ready to put out into the world yet but this fall they will be.
I am also putting together a show for the Halifax Fringe Fest.
What is it about?
I don’t know yet!
This weekend I am giving a workshop on performance poetry at a writers festival in Shelburne Nova Scotia.
Don’t tell anyone but teaching makes me nervous.
I am not a teacher, I am an artist.
And sometime people think that artists can teach, because sometime they can
But can I?
Not sure. I can talk. I can lead by example? I can show some tips and facilitate a discussion.
We will see.
I give a fair amount of ‘workshops’
Hopefully people learn some things.. or think some things…
In other news, I’ll be to western canada this october, for writers festivals and shows
In september i am going to drift away to a mountain in new england and hug some trees and smell some moss and stuff.
Ha. That sounds amazing actually..
right now it is a daydream.. we will see.
We will see, we will see
or will we?
everything is fuzzy