I start the new year, this calender year, in San Miguel Allende, Mexico. With poets and Poets. . . and as I sit here now, my last post for this year, my feet are cramping as are my calves and I am reminded by my body of where I’ve been and where I am. I kissed my husband goodbye as he went off to a gig. I called my kids yesterday to say I love you. I called my sister too, as well, with love. I may not have been writing as much poetry as I think I ought but I have managed to post on this blog, on average, once a week. That’s something.