WELL, today I wandered into a library in Westport. Libraries are safe spaces.
After a barefoot #solofemaletouringcyclist lunch picnic outside, I used the wifi there to submit a manuscript I have been working on, POINT OF ORIGIN, to a poetry contest. Eep. This makes me nervous, but I am walking head first into the scary things.
John has sailed from Boston to New Zealand. Holy smokes.
The wind is a beautiful thing.
I’m about an inch away from committing not to take airplanes for the rest of this trip. Chris Watson’s book Beyond Flying is making me reconsider my carbon footprint.
I feel like a bower bird, gathering.