The little summer book is my great delight lately.
It is, among other things, teaching me not to fuss too much about things being “finished.” Let alone perfect.
These are not zero-draft pieces, but neither are they receiving the multiple-reviews and lots-of-elapsed-time level of editing that’s going into, say, Serpentine.
I am illustrating each piece, and goodness knows I lack the ability to draw realistically, confidently, or even particularly interestingly. That doesn’t seem to matter to my little book. Its homeliness is a lovable thing about it.
Its slowness, too. I can only make so much work by hand in a given hour, or week, or season. There’s a natural slowness to working this way.
Part of the inspiration for this project comes from a course I’m taking with the poet Holly Wren Spaulding through her Poetry Forge school. I have a strong contemplative writing practice, and I find that Holly’s generous, mindful guidance is reminding me how to give that practice the time and the emotional space I always want to give it, but sometimes forget.
It’s reminding me also to savor the summer, which is a tough season for me. And truly, there is so much about summer (especially this midsummer season) I do love. Irises. Berries. Bare feet. Light and lovely rain.
So much to delight in. Slowly.