Enga mellom fjella: where from across the meadow, poems sing from mountains and molehills. |
Sentinel Marked as if you own me I bow before the Bitterroots and just like you my rocky soil, my withered grass lays prey to the empty sky. © Kåre Enga 2007 "Sentinel" Reader's Choice of Poems: "Sentinel" "Glice" "Between us" "La Bella Vita" "Koan on an October sky" Reader's Choice of blog entries from my old blog "L'aura del Campo" : "Death of Jeannie New Moon" "Doing and don'ting. A scene in 2nd person." "Even in chaos ... More hockey poems." "A Thanksgiving Dinner poem and the WDC Zoo" "ENFP, what are you?" FACES PLACES Kåre Enga ~ until everything was rainbow, rainbow, rainbow! And I let the fish go. ~ Elizabeth Bishop The Fish |
...not sure where it went. Me: Dustin thinks I need to pitch some of my travel ideas to the universe (well... more specific than that) so that I can get some funding for my travels, writing, photography. It would be nice. I'd have to be more disciplined. I don't party so that's not the problem... or maybe it is! Lots of folks want to read/experience the wild side. Me? Too easily exhausted. It would be nice to be able to go on shorter trips. 2 weeks? 3 weeks like when I went to England... But costs keep me from doing that. So... something must give. My body is too worn out to not take days to relax and my income won't allow multiple trips and my legs are crying out for relief (I go to the doctor tomorrow). Plus... I have not been diligent with my writing. I've taken 4 trips with Joyce (Stevensville, Phillipsburg, Arlee, Bison Range) with one more to go. Did I take copious notes and write it up? Nope. My bad. So, if I do get some proposals together I must first complete some writing. Like "A Story told in Stone" from England 2011. Yeah, that one has be waiting far too long. As to my original thought? Can't remember what it was... |