Cat Stevens - Hard Headed Woman

I am surrounded by piles of paper, exams, roll sheets, codes and passwords, a puddied and boned skull,--- empty-eyed and I'm thinking I'll relax a bit before a 4:45 pm appointment. Lots of talk on listservs rooted in theory and some other things. More and more, I'm finding I reside in a different space. Maybe it's a matter of time, a matter of opportunity, a matter of interest or lack thereof, but it seems to me, there's concrete daily issues that interupt such ponderings on my part.

I love this song. I love "all" of the lyrics, all the way through.--- "I've known a lot of fancy dancers..."

Poetry is still not happening, although I did write a single line which I like and hope I haven't heard somewhere else.

James Taylor - Fire and Rain (Beacon Theatre)

I'm at the public library grading papers. I have 13 left. :(

Missing El Paso, Texas today. But I'll be in the Denver area for a while longer. I think I'll head home for a visit during fall break. Need to go to Wal-mart to exchange a pair of snow boots, which I'll need soon. Yes, I submit to evil low prices.

I have to type up a paper guidelines handout tomorrow morning, as I have no working printer at the time.

I am in a good healing place right now and think I will spend the next year or so recuperating, starting Mid-December. Looking forward, with a bit of trepidation, to 2011. It will be a slowing down period for me, and I recognize that this is a true blessing.

I look forward to utilizing the new found time towards my poetry, which has obviously suffered due to circumstances and illness.

Circumstances change. People heal.

I did get a poem accepted by the Women's Quarterly Studies journal which had solicited some work. It's the first time in a very long time my work has appeared/or will appear in a print journal. It feels pretty good.

Cat Stevens - Oh Very Young (live)

I'm going to go do some shopping today. Very thankful it's Friday! Thank God. I had a week from hell, really. I talk a lot here about writing poems, but the fact of the matter is that I never actually do it. There will likely be some major changes in my life beginning in December. I hope that the changes will help me write again.