After four happy years in the LiveJournal house, I've decided to remove to even more wonderful digs at my own website. I think I'll feel even more at home in my own space, and I think that not having to leave the house will mean cozier and more frequent posting. So I look forwards to welcoming you, chez moi, at the new Green Wave: http://www.katechadbourne.com/journal.ht
I'm home in bed today with a fever and two cats. The latter are teaching me what it means to actually rest, as they lounge in ( various extravagant positions )
A few weeks ago I gave a poetry reading at the library in Brookline, NH as part of a poetry slam - a "nonviolent poetry slam" as we came to call it. And truer words were never spoken because ( the combatants in this slam )
It's a good time these days, with the daffodils sounding their trumpets amid last fall's leaf litter and the peepers advocating a somewhat hedonistic lifestyle every evening in the ponds and wetlands. I'm feeling a bit springy myself, having come out the other side of an attack of allegies/sciatica/mild blues. So I thought it was time for a little celebration and even, yes, ( a little trumpet-blowing. )
We've spun around the great wheel o'fortune once more and arrived at the lucky jackpot: April and ( National Poetry Writing Month. )
Yesterday I had the great honor of presenting a talk at Sharing the Fire, a storytelling conference hosted by ( the League for the Advancement of New England Storytelling )
I've been thinking lately about ( what usually happens when a gig ends. )
A few weeks ago, one of my friends posed this question to a bunch of us: "What have you done lately for the very first time?" ( Great question! )
Just a little fable today about how easily we can become derailed from our own vision and instincts, and how important it is to keep them ( at the center. )
In the last few weeks I've taken the plunge and joined MySpace and FaceBook. Consequently, I have been plunged into a whirl of social networking much like the tornado that carried Dorothy to Oz! I'm enjoying it, though I do sometimes find myself wondering what it's all about. And I get confused about where I am from time to time, making ( My Space Book )
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