poles dry. Time for inside projects. I bring the poles inside and work on writing and publishing and making videos.
When my daughter was a teen and living with her dad she wrote me a tearful letter. I couldn’t see the tears, but I could feel them. She was writing about what a difficult time she was having trying to fit in at school. Wondering about her future. “What will I do after high school? How do I know the right answers?” In response I wrote her a poem. At a workshop last week, Larry Vogt and I made a video recording of the poem and his music.