A postcard sent to me for my postcard confessional project. This one is from California.
I haven't had much to laugh about lately, smile maybe, but not laugh. I won't go into detail, but we all know how it goes sometimes. I haven't posted in several days, nor have I visited other blogs, nor have I responded to e-mails. But I am okay. Not on top of the world okay, but surviving okay.
That's why I was delighted today to see this postcard. I taught until 7:30 tonight and when Allen picked me up at the college, the postcard was lying on that hump in the floor between the driver and passenger side. As soon as I read it, my heart just melted, and I laughed and laughed. It's been a while since I've received a confessional postcard, and this one sure came to me at a great time. I'd just spoken with my Women's Studies students this afternoon about "Venerated Madonnas," one way women are still sometimes defined today. I thought to myself, "No Venerated Madonna here! This woman has a fully functional body and delights in it."
Thank you for this postcard, whoever you are.
I have many ideas for stories I want to write, but at the very least I must get past these first few weeks of classes. I do continue to add to my notebooks and am doing targeted reading which helps to keep me connected to my projects.