Still Life in Maine
We moved to Maine, something we have talked about for years. And here we are. I can feel that the deep winter is coming and is calling for me to go inward again. And now that my daughter is older, a toddler, I can feel my head coming up from the water of early motherhood. I’ve been writing, yes–I even have 5 poems coming out in an Anthology of Maine women poets this winter. But I am so eager and yearning to put together another collection of poems! My hope is that this winter I am able to go on a week long retreat alone and do some of this work. Time to manifest.