Almost time....

....to come back home to the snow.... I'll be home tomorrow night, and Here and Now blogging will be back to its regular schedule (which is incredibly irregular, I know). My mind is kinda fuzzy today- Evelyn stole my early morning from me by waking up at 5:30 and not going back to sleep until a few minutes ago. I tried so hard, and she was so crabby :( So I had extra coffee but it's just made my head spin....

But, my first back-home post will be quite the treat, for me as well as you. It'll be a guest post from a friend/feminist/writer/WSU classmate/etc. etc. etc. (we share many similarities, including wild hair), on her experience at the Pro-Choice Lobby Day at Minnesota's State Capitol yesterday.

Until then, here are some lovely lines from a Margaret Atwood poem, "Sor Juana Works in the Garden":

Time for gardening again; for poetry; for arms
up to the elbow in leftover
deluge, hands in the dirt, groping around
among the rootlets, bulbs, lost marbles, blind
snouts of worms, cat droppings, your own future
bones, whatever's down there
supercharged, a dim glint in the darkness.
When you stand on bare earth in your bare feet
and the lightning whips through you, two ways
at once, they say you are grounded,
and that's what poetry is: a hot wire.
You might as well stick a fork
in a wall socket. So don't think it's just about the flowers.
Though it is, in a way.

[....]



*this is only the first third or so of the poem