I have not yet earned a name
In another (self-imposed?) exile, I find myself immersed in love. I drove to Wilmington to see an old friend who has since been given a new name- Mira. I like the idea that you can earn a new name, sort of an Ursula LeGuin concept- Mira is named for a sixteenth-century princess who wrote devotional songs to Krishna.
My soul always feels better when I spend time with her- the first friend I ever made in the Tarheel State. We had three days of vegan food, introspection, and sunshine. She told me that when a place draws you, you have to go there and find what is waiting to be discovered. That night I dreamt that I had gone onto my porch in Greensboro to do my morning yoga only to have my apartment be suddenly placed in the middle of Manhattan. I didn't hear any of the city noises, though.
I told Mira about the dream and she said, "it was telling you that you can take peace with you wherever you go. Even New York."
There's this amazing thing that I am writing- it shifts shape constantly, but already I can feel how amazing it is going to be. There's no better mood for me than at the height of creative process.
Arizona calls her just like New York calls me. She wants a retreat in secluded mountains as much as I want a tiny room in a crowded metropolis. She is peace to me, my friend, and you can take peace with you wherever you go.
My soul always feels better when I spend time with her- the first friend I ever made in the Tarheel State. We had three days of vegan food, introspection, and sunshine. She told me that when a place draws you, you have to go there and find what is waiting to be discovered. That night I dreamt that I had gone onto my porch in Greensboro to do my morning yoga only to have my apartment be suddenly placed in the middle of Manhattan. I didn't hear any of the city noises, though.
I told Mira about the dream and she said, "it was telling you that you can take peace with you wherever you go. Even New York."
There's this amazing thing that I am writing- it shifts shape constantly, but already I can feel how amazing it is going to be. There's no better mood for me than at the height of creative process.
Arizona calls her just like New York calls me. She wants a retreat in secluded mountains as much as I want a tiny room in a crowded metropolis. She is peace to me, my friend, and you can take peace with you wherever you go.