It
is good to have an end to journey towards, but it is the journey that matters
in the end--Ursula K. Le Guin
I’m still obsessing a bit about hesitations, the
pay-off for waiting on the periphery. But realizing we each eventually brave the
stage for our part. Nature’s metaphors provide solace: take flowers. They don’t
choose when to bloom, nor do they falter. The heat of the sun impels them to fold
back their exquisite petals to reveal their centers. I wrote more about the
fear cycle of exposure due to book publication in Tarot Butterflies and Poem Disorder and Not Saying Goodbye to Feral Mom and in a forthcoming guest post hosted by Suzi Banks Baum at Laundry Line Divine, Hesitations, The Lost Wing, and Outgrowing the Metronome. (Link updated Jan 13, 2014.)
But December marks the official six year anniversary
of this blog. Happy Birthday, Feral Mom, Feral Writer--here I am in a party dress for you! I don’t post here as
often as I wish—but I’m grateful my absence here correlates with joyful ventures
on other websites that were seeded here. One of my favorite offshoots of this
blog is working with women bloggers at Transformative Blogging—especially
the fun we have brainstorming the concept of a blogging mask. 
Initially, it was just a metaphor: taking on a
blogging mask to navigate the blogosphere with a little shield, a little simultaneous
kick in the pants to get on stage. But it didn’t take long to fall in love with
the idea of making a physical mask in order to ground the process of consciously
honing in on a blogging mask and focus. It not only adds a spiritual form of
listening but gives us each a tangible object to write to and speak from. And a
way to involve the body, and thus the heart, not just the mind. I made my first
mask in 2012 with the first round of online students willing to try it out.
But we were spread out across the states and unable to
pair up, so I cajoled my daughter into helping me. With a strong fire raging in
the woodstove, I got supine on the tan leather couch, which meant the cat
quickly graced my knees, and my daughter told me “Stop talking, Mom, you’re
wiggling the plaster around your lips." So there was nothing to do for those
long moments but listen to the sound of the scissors shearing the plaster
strips, the wind through the redwood trees, the thunk of her little brothers
trouncing down the stairs, house jiggling in response as the boys brushed my toes
with their restless bodies until my daughter shooed them outside.
When my mask was done, my neck wet and cat peeved at my
feet, my son surprised me by taking my place and asking his sister to make him
one as well. Then she too went under the plaster in a beautiful display of
trust.
I went with a base coat, applied outside in the
driveway with a can of silver spray paint.
Then came the blue. So dark…I had to add the pink.
There was so much pink paint on the plate I flipped the mask over and used up the paint all along the
backside of the mask. When I pulled this photo up today I saw the holographic properties,
the inside face, peeking through…although, it does make me feel (this photo)
like I’m showing you my cervix. Try to get that image out of your head!
Next I took the mask out in the woods and tried to photograph it by some moss.
Which came out dark. So then I dropped it in a silver bowl.
Then, it sat balanced on the lip of a white jug in
my cabin for about a year when my husband was commuting and we were both just hanging on to withstand the separation. Because he’d hand-trowled the interior of
my cabin with plaster and painted it such a lovely pale tan, I couldn’t bear to be in that
cabin and write…so the mask took my place.
Then I chose a veil to veil the the mask for use on my “professional
site”…something about the paint showing through the mesh made it feel naked to
me.
Then we moved to a sunny city. I decided to teach the mask making and blogging focus workshop in person for A Room of Her Own Foundation. A friend suggested I buy face shells in case anyone was afraid to
set wet plaster on their skin. I couldn’t resist the urge to play with the face shells, thinking all the while about the friends near and far the blog work and connections have
brought me, and those yet to come. Here we all are, a composite flower.
The journey goes on.
Here a few phrases I found from writings
the mask revealed that still align with my goals for this blog. I’m grateful to
extend my best effort to:
Face
the poverties (of body, soul, faith, imagination, relationship).
Ground
the numinous.
Greet
the past through the veil of now.
Free
the self into greater joy in the company of kindred hearts.
Bessings
to you and yours in 2014. Love and thank you to each one of you holding up the
invisible web of love and support that goes into writing this blog. I couldn’t
do this alone and I’m grateful to be in your collective presence.
Additional News:
Mordred's Dream, from the Guinevere cycle, is forthcoming in Poetry Flash--I'm ecstatic, of course. Working on the movie with Robyn's images and some beautiful flute music and this one is graced by a male reader's voice--more to be revealed.
I'm teaching Beginning Blogging in person at Coronado Adult Education on Thursday evenings from 6-8 pm from Jan 9-Feb 20 and again April 10-May 22.
and a Poetry Workshop: A Tour Through Forms on Tuesday evenings from 6-8 pm from Jan7-Feb 25 and again April 8-May 27th. Call (619) 522-8911 to register or visit their website to view the brochure: Coronado Adult Ed/ROP.
And Poetry of Motherhood on-line....hope to work with you in the future.
Additional News:
Mordred's Dream, from the Guinevere cycle, is forthcoming in Poetry Flash--I'm ecstatic, of course. Working on the movie with Robyn's images and some beautiful flute music and this one is graced by a male reader's voice--more to be revealed.
I'm teaching Beginning Blogging in person at Coronado Adult Education on Thursday evenings from 6-8 pm from Jan 9-Feb 20 and again April 10-May 22.
and a Poetry Workshop: A Tour Through Forms on Tuesday evenings from 6-8 pm from Jan7-Feb 25 and again April 8-May 27th. Call (619) 522-8911 to register or visit their website to view the brochure: Coronado Adult Ed/ROP.
And Poetry of Motherhood on-line....hope to work with you in the future.
