I’ve been away from this blog for a few days, swallowed whole by the residency in the usual alternative reality known as Goddard College’s process. Where have I been in this reality? I’m not sure, but I know it included many meetings, talks with students laughing and occasionally crying in my office, beautiful songs filling the haybarn, trails through the woods and between people in the cafeteria, and laughing hard enough to cry and fall over. Whatever happened, I have two songs I keep singing, “Volare!,” which Kirsten sang, inviting us to sing the chorus with her at cabaret last night, and, for better or worse, “This is the song that never ends” from Sesame Street. It’s a wicked combination.
There’s been a lot of humidity and humility, a big thunder bolt (or two), many rehearsals for “Riverdance,” which some of us faculty performed quite badly (and proud of it) with the real Riverdance dancers projected behind us. There’s been a crazy amount of seitan prepared in new ways, and the hunt for the good cookie. There’s been walks to the post office, falling in love with the horses and their baby horses, and frequent searches of the schedule for where to go next. There’s also been a lot of love, long talks about how to truly change ourselves and the world, solace in the moonlight walking back to the dorm, and occasional good pizza.
Right now here, and in 20 minutes, a taxi crossing back over. I carry this world in the one I return to, traveling, traveling, traveling, but not, to paraphrase Joni Mitchell, looking for something (what could it be). Instead I’m traveling with that something inside me.