May 20, 2012

I can see it green and surrounding me

It's curious to me, the search words that bring people to my blog.  Tonight there were three different google hits   in which a person was clearly looking for a post I'd written in the past, so it makes me wonder who's thinking of my words, and why?

I like to know that people read.  Writing is my discipline, my religion, my way to relax and reflect and no matter what I will always do it, but the instant audience thing sure had helped a lot.  It's a different world for a writer even since 2008, when I first started this blog.

That's wild to think--2008.  I was living on Anngar Farm then with an asparagus patch shooting off three to four grocery bags of stalks every day this time of year.   Now I am in Huntington, up late doing professional development for school and getting my student's semester exams ready in piles all over my bed.   And listening to the earth, who talks to me, first as a light draft in the back of my spirit til I say yes, then into buyount ways I feel balloon in my chest.  It's the roundest sweetest longing, the earth calling me back.  I'm an Earth Mama, a beach girl child spirit, a poet, a Wise Woman.  Through and through.

I can see it, green and surrounding me like being able to wear tree breath.  It is a plant that I see, so ripe it looks wet, an image tucked deep in the base of me.  It's been three months since I came to Socal, three months so fast but full I could put a foot on each darling day and walk my life through like it were a long set of stairs.  And now I am entering a new phase, and there is the traffic of Main Street every moment out my window, the stir of my roommates in the kitchen, the barking of suburb dogs and pitch of suburb kids.  I think of my fall in Humboldt, I think of the Sierras, where this vision of the earth is calling me, I think of the deep quiet inside that clings to wilderness for peace.

Summer's here, the earth talks to me, I've learned the necessity of listening.  After three months of preparation, I'm writing my book.  I'm planning a trip.