This and That
Rushing from here to there and caring for this and that has prevented me from the important work of fully experiencing the world in which I live. On Saturday, a boat ride to a Boston harbor island revealed a flicker, seagulls, a red-winged blackbird, and a family of raccoons foraging in the shallows. Chamomile and beach roses grew by the rocky shore. The industry of Boston was a small distance away. How I miss the sea. Sometimes I awaken with the sound of foghorns in my mind, the tang of salt beckoning.
I am embarking on a month long residency. There will be no sea but there will be mountains and abundant time to write. What will be discovered when there are fewer distractions? So many artists must fit their art into small spaces of time because we all must make a living. I am the kind of writer who needs to be out there in the world as much as I need solitude. It’s all about the balance.
Literary Imaginings by Lisa C. Taylor 