As Steve and I discuss this anniversary of surgery, he is able to tell me how "scary" this was for him. That softens something in me. I feel how important it is to speak of our fear and vulnerabilities when we can, because it opens something in the other. It is sweet, like maple syrup, tapped and running freely. I wonder now why the word "sappy" has a negative connotation. It is sweet to feel we, too, can open and release the sweetness brewed inside by speaking of our wounds and fears. The opening allows the tap.
Jane and I go tomorrow to the Poet's Loft in Tomales Bay. We are optimistic on having a weekend to further cohere what we have written. We will each leave home at 8, and meet at the Station House Cafe at 9. We then need to hang out fruitfully until 4 when we can check in. Check it out. It is quite the place. Steve and Jim will join us late on Saturday, so we won't be working every minute, but we are hoping for productivity in the moments we do.