The house where I am housed is up a gravel road, far away from any other houses and quite a trek to arrive here on foot. Luckily, I was picked up by car.
I am told there are wolves, foxes, wild pigs, and in the rooms at night the bees are as big as the width and length of my middle and index fingers combine.
I am told neither the bees nor the wild animals are harmful, but when I was going for a walk this morning was given a stick and told to always have one handy just in case I encounter any such animals. I only spotted a deer, but woke to the sounds of unfamiliar animals.
The land is welcoming. The silencing is encompassing.
It is hot and hot and hot, and I love the heat as a Caribbean woman, but it is hot.
A church, somewhere in the two rings its bell at noon and six pm. Otherwise time means nothing to me. The day is irrelevant. I am present to what is here and here there is much.
Already it says sit down. Attend to your task. There is nothing here to distract you. I embrace your words and ideas and will provide the clarity you need to string them into a pattern that piques the senses and assures the heart that there are endless tomorrows awaiting you…
When I glance out the window I see beauty. I inhale the peace and privilege that this place provides.
I am happy and grateful to be here. I will write here and accomplish my goals.
I am quenched here, and did not realize until I arrived that I was thirst.
I have already engaged in dialogue here with the other artists and found affinity.
I write knowing that writing is my job, this is what feeds my soul, and this is what I was born to do.
A residency provides an artist with the space and place she needs to create and be free and brilliant in that creation…affirming the legacy will continue.