Three years ago I began writing poetry in earnest. I had recently stopped ( I loathe the word retire) working as a middle school counselor, and on my daily walks started asking myself what I wanted to do next.
I have always been driven to re-invent myself. I take on new challenges, imagine my life different, and then make the changes necessary for that “different” to happen. Over the years these re-inventions have included: quitting a well-paid government job to get a master’s degree in school counseling, moving multiple times, marrying multiple times, having children, challenging myself to run the Hood-To-Coast Relay Race (I hated running), and bagging a few mountain peaks in the Northwest as my first introduction to hiking. Most recently I sold a house in Oregon, loaded my car with essential provisions and headed North to a rented cottage on Bainbridge Island. While I was driving North, my husband was flying South, to a new job in Silicon Valley. Another re-invention.
For two months I drove around the Island searching for a home for the two of us. One he could commute to on week-ends and one I could imagine myself writing in, for by now I had answered my earlier question. What I wanted to do next was to write. More specifically, I wanted to write poetry and Bainbridge Island became my first, though I hope not last, muse.
I had my first poem published four months after I arrived, in a Literary Journal called Cirque, and I began immersing myself in everything poetic. Probably as a result of my endless google searches about poets, poetry, and literary journals, my name and address hit the radar of Poetry Magazine and their subscription department.
They proposed a relationship, and while I was interested, I had to stop and ask myself how many journals, magazines and books could I justify spending my “beginning writer with no paying gig” money on? So I took the one thing they offered free of charge.
What I took was a quote printed on a 4 x 6 card tucked inside the subscription request. It summed up perfectly why I was now writing poetry. I have kept this card beside my blue writing desk ever since, and when I have doubts about writing poetry or am confused about all the worlds I inhabit, I read the quote below, and it calmly centers me.
“Let us remember…that in the end we go to poetry for one reason, so that we might more fully inhabit our lives and the world in which we live them, and that if we more fully inhabit these things, we might be less apt to destroy both.”
Christian Wiman, Editor
So this blog is a way for me to share my writing and musings.
I hope you read my poetry.
I hope something touches you.
I hope poetry can help us both understand
how better to to inhabit a world
that has the power to both create and destroy.
I hope to hear from you.