I have been traveling. A lot. And even as I was filling in the blanks of what March would hold in my calendar several months ago, I knew this would be a rip-roaring time. So the blogging fell to the wayside. As did the writing to some extent (two new drafts notwithstanding comment).
On the leg of the flight from Chicago to Denver, I sat next to a man who I presumed was a Berber. Instead he just possessed that great from anywhere persona. After a moment of sitting in the seat and some back-and-forth banter, he told me, “I willed that seat to you.”
What ensued was an interesting conversation about spirituality and travels. Two of my favorite topics. He asked me to read him a poem and wondered aloud that traveling usually is the right space for writing until I described my March- what I could call “March-on-the-move”. After which he replied, “Oh, give it six weeks. The writing will come.” And I know he’s right even in the midst of an unimposed sabbatical I seem to be taking, but I crafted a color-coded “schedule” on the Denver-San Francisco leg of the flight helping me “see” what my time and life could look like. Schedules are more guides than anything else…
During this trip I took along Virginia Woolf’s “A Room of One’s Own”. Below is a quote I appreciated from the revisit of the book for you:
“Women, then, have not had a dog’s chance of writing poetry. That is why I have laid so much stress on money and a room of one’s own.”
– Virginia Woolf, A Room of One’s Own
So I left my flights further amped up on the necessity for the new space in which I am dwelling at home; the necessity of working to provide finances that further artistic freedoms and a good reminder that we women are so much more on the move than ever before. And that’s a good thing. As is staying still for the month of April.