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Wild, Women, Read, Poetry

First of all, my apologies for flying in the face of collective wisdom and not updating here. Life, you know, has plans sometimes that are not my plans.

I am managing things that are doing well on one hand and awful on the other. Briefly, the terrible part is an ongoing issue with my landlord, enough said.

The good… My radio show is humming along. My last guest, Barbara Sher, was very popular and she was a fun guest.  Last night, we held our ninth annual reading for the Wild Angels Poets and Writers Group. We run workshops each year and at the end we produce an anthology, have a reading,   highlighting the readers. We had great fun last night and each reader received a angel rubber ducky.

We have plans. We have goals. We have dreams. On occasion other people’s plans, goals and dreams collide with our own. How flexible are you? Can you adjust?  My life is not going quite the way I thought it would at fifteen. I am not married, there are no kids, and my home with white picket fence is out there still. In November, I had plans that did not include getting laid off. My plans were for abundance but not financial ruin.

Each day we balance our plans against life. The balance tips in our favor some days and other times the balance is against us. Plans are not set in stone, they are malleable, and require us to be malleable too.

I have no real advice- I am just rambling- at the end of the day we do our best. Life is not a prepared script- it is an adventure that unfolds before us. Jump into the stream. It will take you one way or the other, hoot and holler all the way.

Wild Angels Brave the Cold- Wings Don’t Freeze

The fifth class met on another bitterly cold evening. Our numbers were slim but we still managed to write, using the proprioceptive method, work-shopped our homework and managed not to have time for our in class assignment.

How does that happen? Reading and reviewing our work takes time. We had poetry that was involved and needed care to read, absorb and ponder. Joan shared about a childhood memory of food, mmm cabbage. I still love boiled potatoes and cabbage with butter and salt and pepper. Linda gave us an interesting look into how a soldier might interact with our previous president about the war.  Velma gave us a rousing piece about a group that played at the Cathedral. Bhagwan shared his take on eating strawberries at a past Wild Angels group, while I shared my Twitter poem, done in three stanzas.

I think I covered it all.  The challenge for us is to really dedicate ourselves to our writing by giving it the time and dedication it deserves.

If you are part of a group, or writing on your own you, keeping to a schedule of writing is vital. It is a muscle that must be worked constantly to build up strength, and burn fat!  Ok, the fat is a side benefit to a writing schedule.

Keep writing.