Still trying to decide whether to try to post something every day this month or not. I admit that my blogging-drive has taken a bit of a dive this past year, due to the decrease in readers and comments; it just isn't as much interactive fun as it used to be. But I'm a lifelong journaler, and this medium suits me, so I'm still here, asking your indulgence for these notes on a life that would otherwise end up in a dark drawer!
Last year, I wrote a poem a day, each one built on a color.
It would be fun sometime to do a drawing a day based on a color. But I think that's not going to be this November: too little color around, and too much upcoming travel, rehearsal, work, and busyness.
I've done several month-long haiku/tanka stints, and by the end of the month it's really difficult. Good practice though.
For superhuman feats, surely my friend Dave Bonta's review/appreciation of a poetry book every day of the month, a few years ago, took the prize, though Luisa Igloria's poem-a-day practice has shattered that ceiling many times over.
This fall has felt like a whirlwind of design work, rehearsals, travel, church and family stuff, along with the normal daily routine, and it's been too much -- which is probably why I got sick. Many of those responsibilities aren't nearly finished, either. I think my practice this November is going to be being less demanding of myself, not more, and to focus on the restorative practices that help me: being outdoors, playing the piano, meditating, having quiet time at home. The relaxed expectation might even result in a better outcome -- we'll see!