F(eel)ings

F(eel)ings. We’ve all had them. August has been a month of them.

When I came home from Hewnoaks Artist Residency, I felt I had undergone a transformation of mind and body. Part of keeping that transformation alive was running. I signed up for a half marathon and began a training program. I felt very alive and also had very annoying and self-important logistical announcements about how many miles I needed to run on any particular day.

The other part of keeping the transformation alive was working doggedly on a feature story—my first magazine feature story, and more significantly, perhaps, my first published piece on elvers/eels, after having been fascinated by them for years. I was planning to turn the story in the day before we left for a trip to visit family in Rhode Island. I thought I would be turning the story in a day before the deadline, the thought of which made me feel quite chuffed.