Expansion ...

I think having The Muse up here yesterday caused a bit of an expansion experience.

I was wide awake at 6am, staring at the ceiling and feeling the madness nipping at my heels. I needed to write, to go dark, but I didn't know how. By 7am, I had no choice, and got up and came up and there it was. Diamanda Galas. Puppetry. Some words began to come, but more importantly, I was living inside the quiet storm where the mad seeds grow mad trees and poems grow like fruit, albeit on the highest branches.

By 9am, I wrote The Muse to tell her about it, knowing she was once again surrounded by Muggles and my story might help her stay connected with real things. By 10am the puppetry / dance / circus vibe  was fit to bursting, after an entry by a new Twitter ally named Linda reminded me how deeply that shadowy vocation fascinates and affects me. By 1130, I had talked to Beth Ann, about all the things, and it was time to see E off to work.

I started feeling that a trip into the city would not be very smart, feeling as vulnerable and wide open as I did. So E took the car, I wrote to Tempest and told her why I would be missing this salon, and settled back in up here for the duration. David Sylvin provided the soundtrack to the rest of the day, as he tends to when I go deep and dark and need to hear that it's possible to thrive when going to those places.