Some day I may tell you
how important this going to workshop is to me
...I saw the signs
first one being the books I needed to read
all at the library's book sale
..right in front of me
really....how many Fitzgerald books do you see?
and when I waited just long enough for the workshop to be closed
I ran into my friend who dared me to put my name on the waiting list
I did
Then I ran into this same friend again....have you called? she asked
Of course..reluctantly...but I didn't tell her that
That very afternoon I got a call that someone had cancelled....sh-t
-jump-
Then the fox
a guide....one who walks in two worlds...
one who charms then pounces
almost invisible
My fox came to me at the end of his life:
be the fox
in your life
It's more than about writing
it's about rounding the circle
returning to where it began
The place in myself where I began again
I will  think of you thinking of me
I will hug a tree,
I will sit out on the rock shore facing the bay
I will dance around the counsel ring by firelight
 I will be brave in the total darkness of the night
I know why I write

Saudade

 ..a longing so indefinable

Love affairs, miseries of life,

the way things were,people already dead,

Those who left and the ocean that tossed them

on the shores of a distant land

All things born of the soul,that can only be felt

...Anthony De Sa, from Barnacle Love