This past week was an incredible gift for me. I attended a writer’s workshop/retreat at Ghost Ranch. A dozen of us spent our mornings and evenings together, discussing elements of the writing craft, experimenting with new ways to stimulate our writing, and sharing the results of our work with each other. I came away feeling inspired and energized about my poetry and committed (again!) to making my personal writing (as opposed to my professional writing for others) an integral part of my life.
I also took a lot of photographs around Ghost Ranch and even played with water colors, something I haven’t done in decades. Today I thought I’d share a poem and a painting, on the same subject. I also invite you to ponder where in your life you might need to nurture your creative or spiritual life with new input, practice or support.
Pedernal looms in the distance,
wearing a scant choker of snow.
Clouds dance with her high collar,
throwing a virga shawl around her shoulders.
Wind whips her darkened skirts
As water evaporates beneath her feet.
Where did our hearts wander
While our heads were elsewhere?