by lil

I'm attending a writing workshop. It goes from today until Thursday.

I'm not sure right now where or who I am as a writer or as a person - but I will be present. The workshop leader read a wonderful poem by Deborah Digges called "the house that goes dancing", a beautiful breathtaking poem about ecstatic grief. Yes.

Our prompt from the workshop was to take the first line of that poem

Not always but sometimes when I put on some music

and continue in our own way.

I went another way in my search for silence, but do follow the music. Do. And even if you don't, thanks for reading.