Last night, while passing out candy to the roughly 560 kids who came to the door, I began to read a book of poetry by Anne Carson. Suddenly, for the first time in months, poetry came to me! I’m afraid to get my hopes up, but I think poetry is back. I’m so excited! I haven’t felt like myself in months because I haven’t been able to write. Writing is who I am, and without it I am always missing something. I’ve been painting, but I am not a talented painter, and although I like painting, it isn’t the absolute passion that writing is. Strangely, just before poetry came back to me, I lost the taste for painting. Discipline is important, and I tried to make myself go upstairs and paint. But I was oddly repelled by the prospect. Then the poetry returned. I pray it stays.
Halloween was fun. Angelica went as the velociraptor from Jurassic World, and Craig wore his unicorn costume. Angelica collected a large bag of candy, which she has been graciously sharing. She’s such a generous kid. And while she and Craig went door to door (I always stay home and pass out the candy because of a bad ankle) poetry came back to me. I couldn’t ask for a better night.
Life at Home 