What a great weekend; days of language, love, and laughter.
Not a lot of sleep, but a lot of living dreams.
Friday =ed the AAD-Writers reading. Janet Kriegl did a sensational job at coordinating a night of words, music, and (most importantly) heart.
Friday also =ed, kids sleep over at my house.
Saturday =ed Meet the Authors. Joan Fry brought many local authors together for a honest and instructive look at the publishing world.
Next, the book release party for Charles and Christine’s beautiful book, 25 Tigers, was held at Sagebrush Café. This is also where the coffee cup poems made their first appearance.
Jared Burton and his band played music and drank tea from poems.
Saturday =ed, kids sleep over at my house.
Sunday =ed a celebration of the Indian Museum and a surprise birthday party of me. The Indian Museum is an odd, yet important part of the Antelope Valley. It is a poem of a place. (It is good to be alive!)
Next, JJ and I made the trip down the mountain to have dinner with Kate and Mark. JJ and I had a sleep over at their magical home. Kate and Mark, wow, are just really good people. Kate gives me advice; because she knows I like when she gives me advice—and we both know I could use some advice.
The big questions are always—How to be a better person? How to be a better artist?
I’m still unsure if the answers to those two questions go together—but I’m determined to live my life in pursuit of kindness and expression.
Over bagels this morning, Kate explained that an important component to conversation is listening. It isn’t enough to listen to the other person, Kate explained, you have to listen to yourself—listen to what you, yourself, has to say. And DO something about the things you talking about.
Mark taught JJ that bagels taste better if you eat them like a T-Rex would attack a Brontosaurus.
All is very good with poetry.