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In a poetry mood...

Hadn't seen the sun in awhile. When it turned up today, poetry happened.

Mountain Glory-Song

For two weeks I thought the sun
Was playing hide-and-find
And tag-and-dash
And blind-man-bluff—
A fortnight of teasing games
Of almost and not quite,
And maybe tomorrow—

But today the sun came up and stayed,
And I realized—
Sun never left, clouds just tricked
My view—my eyes were the
Trouble, my vision
Too weak to poke
Through to outer-space.

Today the sun breaks out—
The mountain sings its glory
And I stand witness
To the whole, great organ
Of mountainous joy—

The birds begin it—

An ecstasy of towhee pipe song
And warbler trills
And camp-robber scree! scree! scrah!
And the thrushes, of course—
Running melodies over
The rocks like streams of
Snow-melt—nobody ever could beat a
Thrush for song

And then the crickets take it up
With the grass-fiddlers.
And the mountain opens up its stops—
Every one—
And lets loose sforzando

Dragonflies dance with swallows—
Escaping mosquitoes
Swoop a…

Urgh...

It's midnight and I'm writing a blog post. Does that tell you something about how much writing time I have when my kids are home in the summer? I miss 6-hour writing blocks. And not waiting up late on weekdays for teenagers to come home. Built-in writing time--too bad I'm too tired to appreciate it.

Plugging in

I always believed I was one of those people whose emotional/mental energy recharges in solitude. It's true: quiet time alone with mountains and nature will always leave me feeling better, more ready to face whatever hard thing life decides to dump on me today.

Anne Morrow Lindburgh said once that being around other people is draining because there's nothing more exhausting than being insincere. Yeah. Most of the time social settings require at least some insincerity, especially for someone like me, lest I alarm anyone with the real Elena.

I've changed my mind, just a little, about that, though. After spending a delightful week with hundreds of other writers at the BYU Writing and Illustrating for Young Readers (WIFYR) Conference, and my mornings with a small and talented group of fantasy writers in my workshop there, I've decided that being around other people isn't what's draining; it's being around people who don't "get" you.

It's about …