#NewThisDay Writing From My Photo Stream

Plainville, Vermont

I wake early in the dark, strange dorm room. No Charlie, no Suzi, but my daughter is sleeping across the room. This is fun; being at Goddard, sharing a dorm room. I let her sleep. I want to walk and see new sights. It’s cold under the gray sky, and wet, but not raining, and I just head in any direction, I have no idea where I’m going. But I find myself heading into the center of this tiny town as it’s waking up on a Saturday morning. Not even a coffee shop open. But it’s refreshing to see everything new. And I’m curious - who lives here, and why? And why does this town need a sign saying “No love signs” are allowed? It’s charming, with a river, a falls, summer flowers in decay on sidewalks. I pass a woman, about my age, walking quickly with a yoga mat. She enters an old two story building without any sign, but there must be a yoga class there. Soon, I head home for breakfast at the college, spend the day in workshops being renewed with expressive arts writing and dance, healers who share from the heart and the spirit, their authentic selves. Late in the day, after a dreamwork workshop I sit in on with my daughter, we drive to Barre, as the sun is going down on the day and the trees and the mountains, and all is blue and gold, and we talk and share and talk and share, all the unsaid, relaxing conversations we haven’t had in weeks. This is the best part of why I came, these unplanned, relaxing moments with her.

Plainville, Vermont