March, A Lion
It’s hard to explain what March was to me. As they say, it came in like a lion. But it left equally vividly: a month of rich travel (Ireland, Calgary); reunions with beloveds; a loss; forest hikes and fireplace revelations with a family of friends; a dinner table of strong, roaring women; a book launch.. everything blends in a fire of watercolour, in memory, and leaves me feeling alive and free.
I opened my Tourist reading with an impromptu speech about gratitude, the feeling brought into sharp relief at a recent funeral. How lucky I am to have the life I do, the miracle of my new family, the ever expanding (re)union of teaching and art, and a growing family of brilliant colleagues and great friends. I am in awe, at times, of how many different lives I might have led, gratefully enchanted to have landed here, on this road, with all of you.
I am waist deep in new endeavours, but proud to hold up where I have been. Below find an audio snippet of my new collection, Tourist, which was released last week. This is a recording of Bombay Aubade, about my time in Dehravi, India’s largest slum.
Thanks for listening,
LB
