Little Roundup of Big Stuff

Long Beach, CA

Crazy business. Digging out. There’s been little time to think, or even feel–but somehow I’ve been doing both. There are vague poetic stirrings within me: I’m experiencing the desire to dive into writing again, to again connect in a big way with this basic expression of me. It’s time to leave this teaching grind for good. It’s time to starve again maybe. I need to write and I need to be read–and I have finally admitted to myself that I’ll never find this place in the sun on my current path. After much–years of–(false) back and forth in my mind, justification, and inertia the decision has been made to revamp my life. I’m suddenly starting to lay the groundwork for this in my head–the reverberations from this will follow with certainly. I will be living in new ways very soon …

I have much more I’d like to say, but I’m too exhausted and busy this morning to write anymore–a perfect representation of the basic dilemma I’ve been living for years …