Just because I gave up the moon for you doesn’t mean I’ll give up the river. No, I hold close the lapping sounds it makes, the clamor of the geese honking as they land the way the deer wade out into its swift current. I hold close the infinite memories it contains — the midnight swims, the drownings. I hold close the way it shines in the moonlight, under the stars, deep in the quiet. I hold this river close and it returns my embrace. I am here, alone, just me, a woman without the moon, yes, but with a river of her very own.
After a long, hot and miserable summer here in the Coachella Valley, September has brought such welcome change. We started the month in Manzanita, Oregon, one of my favorite places in the world. It’s quiet and gentle and has the most beautiful beach with ocean waves that sparkle in the morning light. And wildlife — pelicans, deer, sea gulls, Steller’s jays, squirrels etc etc. Just so wonderful!
This year the poetry marathon was on Sept. 2 so my experience doing the half-marathon was much impacted by the natural world around me and by the fact that I was turning 60 that Monday. I managed to scrape by (totally, just barely) and finish 12 poems in 12 hours. I have to say that the poetry marathon/half-marathon is the best experience I’ve ever had as a writer because there is so much adrenaline and creative energy and so much camaraderie from the other poets who are from all over the world. It’s an amazing event.
Also in the past few months, I’ve reached out for and received a lot of feedback on my mystery novel, Flight of the Roadrunner. And I took a class from writers.com in plotting that, quite frankly, I wish I’d taken years ago. In some ways, the feedback and better understanding about structure has been daunting but I think I’ve found a way forward that balances what I’ve learned with my original intent for the novel. Hopefully I will continue to move forward. I’d really like to finish!
Here in the desert, we are still dealing with major impacts from Tropical Storm Hilary in August. So much mud and sand was swept through the valley because the desert cannot absorb that much rain so quickly. There are still people who have lost their homes and roads that are impassible. And the air quality has been terrible. Finally in the past few days, the dust seems to have settled some. It has been a huge boost in morale but it is all cautionary for the years ahead as climate change continues to bring in more powerful storms …
I have some catching up to do as I haven’t blogged since April. I was actually sitting in the kitchen in my Madison, Indiana, rental house and was writing then about seeing the Northern Lights in Norway. Ironically during my visit there was a a great Northern Lights show in much of the country, including Indiana along the Ohio River, but I slept through it. 🙂 Still I was able to enjoy wildflowers and lunch at Pizza Uncommon and buying my favorite jewelry from 3 Bespoke Crows at the farmers market. It was a beautiful visit.
About this time, however, I was coming to grips with the realization that I was going to have to have eye surgery as the pterygium growths I have in both eyes was suddenly greatly impacting my vision in my left eye. I don’t know how much vision I had left but it wasn’t a lot. And I realized in one horrible moment in Indiana that driving at night was nearly impossible as all the lights were incredibly smeary and confusing. It was a very frightening experience.
To make a long story short and to gloss over some of the details such as not sleeping for weeks due to fear, I did have the surgery July 12 in Oxnard, California. This was a specialist who does this surgery a lot which is important because pterygium, while benign, frequently grows back and there is only so many times (twice, I’ve been told) that this surgery can be performed.
I made it through the surgery … awake but fortified with valium and a lot of meditation exercises and the kind well-wishes of friends and family. And, to my great joy, I think my eyesight is improving rapidly as the cornea is able to return to a more normal size after previously being pushed into an egg shape by the pterygium.
OK, so enough about that!
But as a result, I haven’t been writing much. I did attend the California Crime Writers conference in June and I have had several feedback sessions on my Work in Progress from established writers and editors. These have been inspiring and thought-provoking. And I’m currently taking a plotting classes from writers.com, which I think is going to be very helpful.
So now, as part of my recovery, I promise to be a bit more present here as well.
Hummingbirds are amazing. They are like tiny little helicopters zipping around our yard, perching on trees, fighting and dancing with each other. If I ever leave SoCal, the hummers are one of the things I’ll miss the most.
I have five hummingbird feeders, two fountains and a bird bath. So wonderful. This morning a hummer was perched on the ocotillo just as the moon was setting. So I snapped this pic!
Diane Carmony 
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