Rain Rain Blah Blah
Is it the incessant rain? (Which I still find pretty, but it makes the hiking trails very soggy) Is it the one-week blues? I don't know. I wrote for several hours today and then sat back and said, This sucks! It all sucks! So I'm in one of those blue moods. I was going to out for a canoe ride but then it started raining (AGAIN) so I went for a walk instead. I was not inspired during my walk.
One thing that has been inspiring is the evening presentations by fellow residents. These people are damn amazing. And I love Blue Mountain for bringing them altogether. First there was Paul Rucker, an amazing musician who blew us all away with his cello playing and also his exhaustive knowledge of heartbreaking Tuskegee Experiment. Then Robert Arnold, a really talented photographer and documentary filmmaker. Richard, who has spent his life working with community organizers who do "popular education" with Brazilian street children, Cambodian farmers, Ethiopian girls who are trying to resist female genital mutilation. Rachel: a mindblowing poet who lives in Israel. Norma, who translated for community groups visiting Nicaragua during the 1980s (she translated for my first healthworkers' delegation back in 1984, which feels like a lifetime ago), now working on a novel in prose poems, heartache, relationships, secrets, politics. It's all so powerful. I feel both inspired and humbled, and a little lost.