I’ve been blog-awol for about a year and a half while working from Vermont on my PhD and attempting to settle into my new husband’s house in Vermont. I’ve bought new furniture and had the walls painted, but I’m still working on how to not be a stranger in the house he’s lived in for almost twenty years. It will take time, I guess, and I have hope. But at the same time, hormonal upheavals have kicked in with full force and I find myself living a life that feels, well, strange–both internally and externally.
To combat this, I did what any normal person would do, I applied for an Icelandic artist residency this winter and was invited to come for 5 weeks. It will be my fifth trip to Iceland–probably my favorite place in the world, especially in the low light of November. I’ll be attempting to write through the lens of a shifting dynamic in the female body when hormonal fluctuations begin to transform a once known entity–one’s own self–into something unrecognizable. Transformations in the natural world that happen on a daily basis in extreme climates and geographies like Iceland, and transformations happening because of what we’re doing to our beautiful planet, seem to mirror what I’m experiencing in my aging process: a transmutation of the body and a cataclysm of heat creating a violent expulsion of a former self. It feels like devastation.
At the co-op in White River Junction this week, while scouring local leeks and kale for a hearty harvest stew I had my sights on making, I ran into someone I’d known years ago when my children were young.
“What happened to your blog? I miss it!”
What? I didn’t know that anyone beyond my small circle of friends even read my blog, but had dinner with some people last night, who encouraged me to get it going again. So stay tuned for updates from Iceland, DH and NA, and whoever else is interested~