Yesterday, while swimming, I forgot to bring my notebook and phone (I often leave my phone. I want to be in the world while swimming). And I had a poem appear to me. And I wasn’t there for it. And it disappeared into the land of lost poems. And I realized that I had efficiented myself away from my vocation. Because I had changed from having a wallet that included my notebooks to one that attached to my keys. Made a priority decision that removed me from my vocation.
I have a little sheath that includes cardholders and space for two notebooks. I have now put what I need to survive in the world (debit card, proof of insurance and identity, field notes notebook and two pens, a paper calendar) into it. And my keys may be separated now, but that’s ok. Words deserve my best attention and intentions.