Notes
That one time when you remember an experience from a trip to NY and the poem that you had written for you on a street corner. A little slice of magic. Art in real time with a heavy dose of human connection. Flash forward 10? years to daydreaming one weekend thinking about these little endangered shorebirds you had just fallen in love with. Desperate to help them somehow. What if.... what if you contacted the local Farmers Market and asked to set up a small booth... The only trouble is that you aren't a poet and you certainly don't own a typewriter. Rather than get stuck, you started to lean on others... telling them about your idea, asking them to help you. Soon a typewriter whose name: Royal Lark seemed like the perfect sign to take the risk and rehome a 1967 vintage typewriter. In-hand you took your time... fretting a bit that this too would be another unfulfilled venture. Seasons passed the typewriter sat unopened beyond that first trial. This May you get an unexpected message from a friend and unbeknownst to them cheerleader. You decide to send the draft e-mail to the Market that had been sitting and waiting to be sent. The answer is yes but let's talk a bit more was the answer to your query.... encouraged the next weekend at the bakery the idea pop's up. You could set up there as well since people are always in line waiting. Another yes. Two weeks later a bit unplanned... you calmly gather your things and head to the bakery. You get there a little past opening so you wait in line to get permission to set up... (since you hadn't confirmed when you would start.) 1.) You barely are situated and you get your first request... a poem about friendship. 2.) A little boy whose name you learn is Jovi wants to try your typewriter... his favorite color is blue and his mom is lovely... 3.) The next is your first poem while someone sits and waits... he just moved to the area from KY... I gather he is trying to figure out his next steps in life. (Writing in front of people will take some getting used too..) 4.) Your first familiar face, she requests a random poem and encourages that we still need to go on a hike together, 5.) then a poem for Loyda (SP) about generosity, a small thanks for allowing you to be there. 6.) Your favorite folks of the day came with a request for a poem about Trillium... (they read it and exclaimed that they would frame it and put it up in their cottage... imagine that!!) 7.) Lastly, a women whose father sold typewriters, and a uncle deals rare books specializing in modern poetry. She wanted something to remember her day... It was so interesting to get these little glimpses into people's lives. The little pieces of themselves they would share... the stories. I wasn't prepared for the intimacy of it.... I can't tell you how shimmery I felt afterwards... my whole being vibrating. Might need some help regulating my nervous system after these adventures... I also need to come up with something that speaks about the plovers... I also need to connect back with the Farmers Market.... but those are things for another day. I can't believe I did it! I can't believe it worked! I hope to reflect and track each time I go out with my little typewriter... embodying Lark Poetry. This place is perfect for recording the aftermath. Total funds raised for Piping Plovers= $33.00
