a long pause from this blog. rather words have been pulsing through me in my handwritten journal and in the form of many new poems. i am happy to be writing poetry more prolifically and for a wonderful writing group that i am a part of. it is rigourous and critical and constructive and overall fantastic. i share my raw poetry, with the frayed edges and the women of the group meet the words and help shape it into something more polished. i may choose to post some poems on this blog, though i do worry about copyright and i have to wait until my publisher sees the latest works i think.
summer was a smudge, a blur. it began with my dear safta, my grandmother’s sudden illness, pallative care time and passing. she, a survivor, a resilient, beautiful, terrified, warm, lost woman who i was so close to, passed at the age of 92. leaving her husband of almost 7o years alone. the impact on my mother and my uncles and all of my cousins was profound and the love that we received was incredible.
the summer also brought many reflections on my end, not sure what i will share here but many “deep thoughts”. the summer was filled with intermittent heat and various little wanderings with lorne hiking, exploring, being quiet together. the summer ended with a great trip with close friends to the sunshine coast where we celebrated my 28th birthday.
many of my cousins and my closest friends in vancouver are pregnant. my friend jessica had a baby boy, seth two months ago and his smile and curled up body in my arms warms me deeply. i am starting to feel more urges which delights those around me.
i am focussed on my work and feel drained and yet invigorated. my work at OPTIONS is meaningful and difficult and i am constantly trying to find donors and make things “work”. i have a third interview with a local college (to fill a maternity leave in jan) to teach a 100 level women’s studies course and i’d be tickled to get it. it has been an excellent experience so far.
again i feel in between things and also in the thick of things. phd prods along and i float around inside the warmth of lorne and dear friends, the outlet of poetry, the horizon of my future fieldwork and teaching, the unknowns, and what is present.
i hope to keep this blog more frequently…it is a hope.