JOY, JOY, JOY

Before I die, I need to meet Alice Walker. I need to lay my hand in hers. I need to feel her embrace. I need to talk to her about Life. I am so profoundly affected and feel incredibly connected to this woman. She is truly living her life ... soaking up all there is in this life to experience. I love me some Alice Walker.
Anyhow, if you're a lover of poetry that is non-university, non-MFA brick and mortar style....poetry that is fluid in its own right, without all the meter bullcrap then you need to pick up my girl's latest: Absolute Trust in the Goodness of the Earth.

Prologue:

"Let's admit it. We women are building a motherland; each with her own plot of soil eked from a night of dreams, a day of work. We are spreading this soil in larger and larger circles, slowly, slowly. One day it will be a continuous land, a resurrected land come back from the dead. Mundo de la madre, psychic motherworld, coexisting and coequal with all other worlds. This world is being made from our lives, our cries, our laughter, our bones. It is a world worth making, a world worth living in, a world in which there is a prevailing and decent wild sanity." ---Clarissa Pinkola Estes, PhD

Peace always,
ANGEL