Sure, I could tell you how the shifting energies on the planet have taken me down, lifted me up, knocked me around, recalibrated me and flooded my beingness with unfathomable light — but why bother? Those of you who know what I’m talking about, well, you already know what I’m talking about. And those who don’t, can learn more about the subject from myriad sources online or off-planet. Take your choice.
It’s happening — whatever you feel “It” is. It’s here now, whatever meaning you ascribe to either of those generally abstract notions. Some are still waiting and resisting, and blessings to them all. Some are finding a new and lasting contentment in the simple things life has to offer, and it is a beautiful thing, no? Some of us are finally! moving forward after multiple eternities.
Here’s what I really want to tell you. On July 10 at 7pm, I will be one of three poets participating in a “Spiritual Poetry Night” at Bryant Park in Manhattan — a vibrant, green (!), urban space, pictured above, just behind the iconic New York Public Library and culturally about as far removed from my remote, drought-stricken, rural existence as you can get and still be on US soil.
A beautiful woman who I have never laid eyes on, stumbled upon my blog last summer, contacted me, and then approached the organizer of the “Word for Word Poetry Series,” which takes place weekly in the summer months in the (outdoor) Reading Room, under a canopy of London Plane trees. “Why not consider doing a Spiritual Poetry Night?” said woman asked, “…and consider featuring this poet from Colorado.” Or, something to that effect.
So, in a couple of weeks I am on my way to The Big Apple, compliments of Bryant Park. The aforementioned woman – quite a creative powerhouse in her own right! – is lodging me and pointing me in the direction of as much music, food, art, film, and theatre as I can gobble up. I have taken two road trips (over a thousand miles so far, and not done yet) to work with a graphic designer who has helped me create some tasty poetic products to sell.
Bear in mind, that narrow image at the top of this site is my neighborhood and the sustenance that keeps me “earthed,” as my Kiwi friend reminds me. The potential for multidimensional culture shock is, shall we say, considerable – yet so is the potential for leaps into the great unknown. Wish me luck and come see me if Midtown Manhattan is anywhere close to your neighborhood.
I continue to be touched and enlivened by those of you who visit, read, and embrace the words that I share with you. And to the Be Whole Now regular who recently took it upon herself to anoint me The Poet Laureate of the Universe, thanks for the galactic vote of confidence. My heart is large enough for every one of you to travel with me!
PS: I hope to get my published books back up soon in case you want to click over to amazon or bn.com and make a purchase. Also, I’m not sure I’m happy with how the links present themselves in the text. For instance, “Reading Room” is linked above, but can anyone actually tell?