I, Miscreant. List: love.

I hit the karmic reset button, gave total permission to myself to let go of every single idea I had about my life.

Moving to Baltimore, my novel, staying on the east coast. Savior syndrome and retreats and poetic love. Family, friends, tribal associations and unifications. How I even say my name.

In all that, I grew a total and almost complete aversion to all things electronic, save pictures. I have emails, weeks old, still unread. Facebook's become a foreign land.

Then I got on here, this morning, and thought of Bona Drag. And Erika, and my blog. The little wonders of truth that come with Love.

REASONS I LOVE TO BLOG
1. duh, because of spontaneous download~holy wonder alchemical power of submission to the impulse, itself
2. My writing partner, over at Muse. She has continued her work without me knowing well I was in the forest a while. "For your travels, on the road, and to bring you home. My writing pal." For how much I am looking forward to resuming our work together, now that I've touched down.
3. Bona Drag. Just go there and slurp a while on her delicious aesthetic.
4. Carrot. Over at I AM NOT AFRAID OF WINTER. We ran out of gas together.
5. Davka. At davka: deer girl medicine. Who also hit a reset button, which I knew she was doing before she even posted about it.
6. Kelly Johnson. Over at Manbait. Her post Home Food from Sunday June 6. About place.

I haven't sat and blogrolled in a month. But this morning the poetry was a slow wave breaking, right at the moment the white crashes over the peak and the clear upwell becomes topside and the water behind it is perfectly clear and see through, and makes everything above surface shine with prism light. And above the surface was the spectacle of color these voices are to me, so bright.

Read them.