My goal for 2017 is to have big and small adventures — something I’ve never done before — every month. Here’s the tally of how I’ve done so far.
January: First time ever — Walked (and stood still a lot) in the Women’s March on Washington D.C. — took part in the largest protest EVER on the face of the earth! It was incredible!!
February: First trip to Arizona with Karen and Tom, first Airbnb, first time inside a slot canyon, first Academy Awards party. it was all FUN and beautiful! Will return!
March: Surprise adventure with my sister Nancy, who visited from Iowa — watched ISU (lose) at NCAA women’s tournament at UCONN and spent a cold and wet St. Patrick’s Day weekend in Boston.
April: Took an intense four-week poetry class and wrote first drafts for 15 new poems through the FINE ARTS WORK CENTER in Provincetown.
May: Sold my old bike, bought a new bike and road on the bike path on the West Bay through Coventry and West Warwick for the first time. Then road on the Airline Trail in East Hampton and Colchester, CT. So glad to be back on a bike!
I also had some memorable adventures in 2016 — including an unforgettable trip to Napa Valley in November with Sharon Haselhoff and her two friends. We went up in a balloon over Napa, had private tours of wineries, drove through giant redwoods, relaxed with a mineral bath and massage in Calastoga and stayed at the posh Fairmont Hotel in San Francisco. Wonderful and relaxing!
Ready for more adventures in 2017!
Antelope Canyon, Feb. 2017
We sit in two long rows in an open-bed truck
that heads down the highway and then a bumpy gravel road.
We park behind more tour trucks in an open field.
The guide gathers the group, warns us not to wander
and we head for the clay-colored walls ahead.
We walk single-file through the slit,
cracked open from top to bottom.
At once, we are in another world.
Silence. Ancient and deep. We whisper now.
The tour guide shows us how the light shafts appear
when you throw dirt into the beam.
He makes us look closely at the shapes
worn by wind and water and sun and cold.
He says, See George Washington’s nose?
He says, See Lincoln’s chin?
No, no, I don’t. The minute
I walked inside this ancient womb,
I saw the folds and pinks and corals and browns
and scars and pain of an old woman’s insides.
The long-ago echoes of birth and life swirl all around us.
The whoosh of heartbeats, the unexpected rush of wind
deep inside the bowels of the canyon.
Here, I feel her sorrow and loss.
Here, I feel her ageless hope.
Here, I am home.
Need to work on this some more.
with frigid resistance,
It took Spring awhile to catch hold this year. We are now in the last week of April, and a warm, sunny day is still precious.
A road? More like some washed-out tracks in the Arizona-Utah scrubland.
This is where I was a week ago — and loving it. Even though my friend was threatening to walk back to the state highway. And even though my stomach was lurching and I was whispering under my breath “turn around.”
I’m thankful we didn’t.
They “road” turned and dropped off and then became a stream. But even there, far from suburbia, we happened across two young boys doing wheelies up and down the rocky moonscape. And as we pondered whether to cross the stream, they waved us on.
And we did.
And we found rocky outcroppings even more amazing.
The lesson? Listen to little boys if you really want to see some cool stuff.
I visited Arizona with friends last week. We stayed with my friend’s daughter and her boyfriend in Phoenix, and they took us to explore northern Arizona. The scenery changed often and we saw many beautiful places as you can see (above). We attended an Oscar party and went to the botanical garden in Phoenix. We stopped on a dark road and looked up at a sea of stars. We ate excellent Mexican food and drank potent margueritas. We went off-road in Utah and drove across terrain that looked like the surface of the moon. We followed the GPS on a gravel road on a reservation to a big crack in the earth where water roared through rapids that kicked up spray to where we stood above. I slept in a bedroom where the floor was covered with pennies glued to the floor.I thank my friends, Karen and Tom, for letting me tag along and I thank Jackie and Mike for taking the time to share their incredibly beautiful state.
I am determined to do something I’ve never done before every month of this 60th birthday year.
In January, I took part in the Women’s March on Washington. I’d never done anyththing like that before, and it was the largest march ever.
In February, I went to Arizona and stepped into Utah — two states I’ve never visited.
I’m still not sure what I’ll do in March. I’ll let you know.
On a walk near 4-Town Farms in Seekonk, Mass. Wonderfully quiet place to wander.