Friday, July 15, 2005

Today is the last day of my vacation and I am so happy to start teaching again. I decided (or it fell into my lap) to spend the summer at a new art school focusing on creation, culture and invention. The building is amazing: clear walls, saws hooked up to bicycles, darkrooms, rockets flying over ahead. If I could create a Teresa’s space this would be it. So beginning Monday I am teaching a class on Indian culture, we will be making Yantras. We will henna each other’s bodies and build gods out of clay and fire them in the kiln. I am hungry to see children, to stand in a room and teach. It will be a good day.

I have not submitted anything in a month. I have not written anything new in months. This is the longest I have ever gone without writing since the birth of Isabel. Today I found myself reading again, the simple act of sitting outside and opening a book. I believe my poetry will come back and it seems there is nothing else I can do but wait.

1 comment:

Anne said...

It will come back. It has to know it's welcome, but then it will come back.