Today was workshop day one with CA Conrad where I'm immersing myself in somatic ritualistic writing. I have my rose quartz in hand, talking to the grandmother sycamore tree on the Naropa campus, surprising myself with what the tree had to say.
The panel and talk also we're amazing this afternoon.
I would have never imagined being here, reclaiming poetry again, time and time again, as that language-based energy that has saved my life more than once.
I'm looking forward to this week and the next, open and embracing of whatever words and conversations are ahead of me.
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