… with much more than a little help from my friends!
I made it. I finished the dreaded artist’s resume, wrote a proposal I think might actually sound good to the selection committee, and made to 34th Street before 10pm and got my parcel in the post!¹
It’s done, it’s done, it’s done. I’d never have gotten through it without some serious hand-holding from my sister and without some very well-timed and uncannily on- the-money suggestions from my friend DR. Ladies, you are my angels tonight!
And, of course, I’d never even have heard about this opportunity if not for The Harpist … and it was great to come home to a voice mail from her, saying she hoped I’d gotten everything together in time.
I wrote a tanka earlier in the week with today in mind … but it’s on my desk at work, so that will have to wait. Instead I have three I wrote on the bus downtown on my way to catch the A train up to the post office:
that soft, milky smell
voices always a question
or sometimes a plaint
how does she manage all four
again I wish for just one
rain on my window
do those drops wish they were snow
long to be other
want mountains not worn concrete
or am I the only one
soft wave of your hair
my hand resting on your neck
this quiet moment
the space and time between us
all the reasons I am here
Yeah. Guess I was feeling a mite creative tonight. I’m so happy I pulled this off. Yes, I want very much to be accepted, but at the same time, just getting this application in the mail was a huge step for me. The closest I’ve ever gotten to applying for something like this was downloading the application, putting it in a folder … and then thinking how hard it would be to find someone to write a recommendation … or how none of my writing really seemed ‘right’ for what ‘they’ would want to see … you know, basically talking myself out of applying. And I didn’t do that this time. And that feels better than wonderful.
¹Thank goodness for the all-night post office … but only for a little while longer. On May 9th, all that late-night fun comes to an end. They’ll be closing their doors at 10. Very sad story.