New age (mine).
New snow, lots of it (still coming down).
New blog (again).
New relationship to camera (courtesy of new blog).
New writing project, I hope (my angel at the table, the one I am waiting for).
New place: Ragdale.
My two-week residency began today. I wanted to come with intentions regarding my work, and assumed for some time that I had gathered them. By the time I left today, however, I was only clutching a copy of Pema Chodron’s Comfortable with Uncertainty. Metaphorically speaking, that’s what my intentions have come down to. I’m choosing to believe this is a good thing. (Full disclosure: I originally typed Uncomfortable with Uncertainty.)
At any rate, I drove through the winter weather, got lost, wished for a GPS, found my way with help from cell phone and GHS, who is way better than GPS any day, unpacked, read the resident handook, called home, missed Greg, Mena, and Teo, felt jittery, did yoga, felt better, spilled a jug of water, cut my finger, bled a lot, got a band aid, went to orientation and dinner, felt intrigued and inspired by the other writers, visual and audio artists, and dancers sitting around the table with me, learned that there are ghosts in the attic, missed Greg, Mena, and Teo, heard no ghosts but the ones I brought with me, and with great trepidation that all I will do is fiddle with this blog for two weeks, started fiddling with this blog, and now here I am, trying to upload photos. Here I go.
There are many beautiful buildings on this approximately fifty acre estate, but this is the one where I will be living these two weeks. Here are a few pictures. It’s the first time I’ve done this. I’m trying to be calm and confident and patient with myself, Luddite that I am.
Ragdale House
let it be a sign
my room (thank you, Albert)
a writing table
