Winter hello
Greetings to all!
From where I sit, the world's all white--white snow ground, white sky, white plumes of smoke from the chimneys on the white rooftops. It's really quite Norman Rockwell, or maybe more Robert Frost--it's lovely in any case, and a good day to catch up on this badly-belated, and sadly brief, blog.
The winter rushed in here all of a sudden one day a few weeks ago, almost overnight, and now it's teeth-chatteringly cold and very beautiful. Everyone ran inside and curled up in a blanket, or at least wished they could. I've been doing as much of that as I can, and since I'm in the research process for two new books, I can do it a fair amount--it's possible to research wrapped in a blanket, as long as one doesn't take a small nap--which is lucky indeed.
Can't quite believe a new year is upon us. Something about the year itself--2010--has me thinking a decade back, to the turn of the century (!) and how much has changed since then, in both the world at large and in my tiny life and heart and mind. We are such transformative creatures, no? We morph and change so profoundly over time, and while that's a little unsettling at times, it is also how we become--I think--who we're supposed to be. In any case, the year's end finds me thoughtful, grateful, glad at what the year just past has both brought and taken with it, and looking hugely forward to what is coming down the road this year about to begin.
Am reading New American Poets, Poets of the New Century, and God in All Worlds: An Anthology of Contemporary Spiritual Writing, the last of which is massive and printed in infinitesimal type but is quite wonderful nevertheless. All three of these collections are so packed with good material I frankly don't want to do anything but read them, and will be very bereft when they're done.
The research goes well, and on other fronts, I've just finished the first of two books for Hazelden Publishers. Sane: Mental Illness, Addiction, and the Twelve Steps will be released in May. Many of you have written to talk to me about your own stories of addiction and mental health, and I hope you'll enjoy this new book. It's very much a guide through the Twelve Steps--isn't a memoir, and isn't intended to tell a story--it's intended as a companion to recovery from addiction. Those of you who know people who might be interested in the subject, please spread the word. I'm very grateful to all of you for all the support you give!
Many thanks, also, for the flurry of letters--I so appreciate all of you who take the time to write and let me know bits of your stories and your thoughts. I know it takes me a while to get back to you, but I'll keep at it.
My warmest wishes to you in this season of dormancy and renewing. Happy New Year!
Peace,
Marya
From where I sit, the world's all white--white snow ground, white sky, white plumes of smoke from the chimneys on the white rooftops. It's really quite Norman Rockwell, or maybe more Robert Frost--it's lovely in any case, and a good day to catch up on this badly-belated, and sadly brief, blog.
The winter rushed in here all of a sudden one day a few weeks ago, almost overnight, and now it's teeth-chatteringly cold and very beautiful. Everyone ran inside and curled up in a blanket, or at least wished they could. I've been doing as much of that as I can, and since I'm in the research process for two new books, I can do it a fair amount--it's possible to research wrapped in a blanket, as long as one doesn't take a small nap--which is lucky indeed.
Can't quite believe a new year is upon us. Something about the year itself--2010--has me thinking a decade back, to the turn of the century (!) and how much has changed since then, in both the world at large and in my tiny life and heart and mind. We are such transformative creatures, no? We morph and change so profoundly over time, and while that's a little unsettling at times, it is also how we become--I think--who we're supposed to be. In any case, the year's end finds me thoughtful, grateful, glad at what the year just past has both brought and taken with it, and looking hugely forward to what is coming down the road this year about to begin.
Am reading New American Poets, Poets of the New Century, and God in All Worlds: An Anthology of Contemporary Spiritual Writing, the last of which is massive and printed in infinitesimal type but is quite wonderful nevertheless. All three of these collections are so packed with good material I frankly don't want to do anything but read them, and will be very bereft when they're done.
The research goes well, and on other fronts, I've just finished the first of two books for Hazelden Publishers. Sane: Mental Illness, Addiction, and the Twelve Steps will be released in May. Many of you have written to talk to me about your own stories of addiction and mental health, and I hope you'll enjoy this new book. It's very much a guide through the Twelve Steps--isn't a memoir, and isn't intended to tell a story--it's intended as a companion to recovery from addiction. Those of you who know people who might be interested in the subject, please spread the word. I'm very grateful to all of you for all the support you give!
Many thanks, also, for the flurry of letters--I so appreciate all of you who take the time to write and let me know bits of your stories and your thoughts. I know it takes me a while to get back to you, but I'll keep at it.
My warmest wishes to you in this season of dormancy and renewing. Happy New Year!
Peace,
Marya
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