Yesterday morning, on the full moon, I read Mary Oliver’s Wolf Moon. I haven’t quite decided whether I should read these moon poems in the morning or evening, but I’m afraid of getting too busy and missing one on its appointed day. What a great poem! I read it several times throughout the day. Dark and utterly appropriate for January, it was almost as if Oliver had walked our trail in winter. I seriously thought about using it to open that evening’s reading and book signing, but I decided the program would be crowded enough without reading a superior writer’s work before my own. It was the perfect way to start the day; it inspired me for the evening’s event.
We hiked out in the afternoon, loaded with large print copies of the edited stories, giveaway bookmarks, camera equipment, cookies and Russian tea. When we met a neighbor on the road, she told us she couldn’t attend, but hoped that a lot of people would.
“They’d better,” I joked, “after what we went through to get there!” Continue reading