Thursday I get in the car with my blue jeans on. I pray. I turn on Sirius Radio.
“Wild Horses” is my favorite song. I sing my heart out. The wind blows my car back and forth. One after another, the interstate hawks shoot up hard like fireworks and drop tight like stones into dark water. Others rest enthroned on the limbs against a sky streaked in the airplanes’ slow silver darts. I need my alone.
I honestly thought the 8 hour drive to Blissdom09 would be the best part. I was wrong.
Meet them. Meet a few of my new friends. They have real life skin and bones and stories and generous ears and trustworthy voices.
Meet Chatting at the Sky. She writes like she knows what songbirds think. She is a kindred spirit and loves to laugh.
Meet 4 Reluctant Entertainers. She has Tina-Turner legs and thick black silk hair, an unquestionable beauty satisfied by something intense, still, and invisible. If she were to ever extend an invitation, it would be impossible to refuse.
Meet A Southern Fairytale and learn generosity.
Meet Domestic-Chicky and imagine the story behind her art. There is one, and it’s beautiful. Ask her for it, and maybe she’ll tell.
There will be more on this, especially on other dear friends, but I’ve got it in the crock-pot right now, and it’ll be out directly.