A Creative Explosion

Yes, we are moving. We leave our mid-Michigan hideaway tomorrow morning and head south. Next Tuesday, I walk through the house we are contracted to buy (I’ve not seen it yet); on Wednesday, we buy the house and on Thursday, all of our stuff from Maryland will be delivered by the movers. Today, with the help of a cousin and his two friends, we loaded two uHaul pods of stuff from Michigan. It will reach us at the new destination, at the geographic cure, in the middle of September.

On this last night in Michigan, I am thinking about my last escape from Saginaw as a seventeen year old. It was the same week, the same time of year: I headed to the University of Michigan for my first yer of college. While I am thinking about the parallels of Saginaw departures, I know this one is quite different. Most simply: no homework this fall. And I will not be smashed into a dorm room, I will be in the new house.

The new house is actually two houses, or one house and a small “in-law suite.” For us though, there will be no in-laws or out-laws there, it will be my office. A space for a creative explosion. You can see the possibilities it presents in the picture. There are a number of things I want the creative explosion to include: new poems, a return to paper making, finishing the book on feminist publishing, continued invigoration of Sinister Wisdom. That is the easy stuff. Then there are the fantasies. A letter press? One could fit in there. Weaving? I have always wanted a loom. What else might I imagine? What else might come in this creative explosion?