Turning the Leaf

There is a tradition - begun in the Northwest - amongst poets to set the alarm for 3:15 AM during the month of August. At that unpredictable moment, one must take pen in hand and move from dreaming to writing. No editing may occur, just pure words pouring from the altered brain... I have been doing it this year, and finding it easier to do than in the past. This last one, however, has kept me up and awake, and setting up this blog at 6 AM.

I am choosing a new beginning, I think. Many disconnects and reconnects within myself - even at this late date. I am finally free of some old emotional clutter that has held me prisoner for most of my adult life (which is a considerable length of time in relative terms). To this, I raise a toast : orange juice, or tea, to a cleaner, more joyful, slate! Slainte!