#NewThisDay Writing From My Photo Stream
“. . . .
Marriage of fungi and algae,
chemists of air,
changers of nitrogen-unusable into nitrogen-usable.
Like those nameless ones
who kept painting, shaping, engraving,
unseen, unread, unremembered.
Not caring if they were no good, if they were past it.
Rock wools, water fans, earth scale, mouse ears, dust,
ash-of-the-woods.
Transformers unvalued, uncounted.
Cell by cell, word by word, making a world they could live in.”
Lichen in rainy woods
You can listen to Jane Hirshfield read her entire poem here at Poets.org
We walk early in the warmish January downpour. From the trestle bridge, the tree is a black reflection on the pelted Charles. After I am soaking wet, I go to the pool and take a long, energetic swim. The house is so quiet, so undisturbed on this rainy day, I curl up by the fire and work happily all day. Not writing, really, but writing: writing for my business, marketing writing and networking writing, which also is in its own way, of course, the most creative writing. I chomp through so much essential description of who I am and what I do, and what I believe and offer. I keep polishing the pdf guide I’m getting ready to share from my website to launch Aim for Astonishing, and, by dinnertime, I am thrilled with my progress today, and ready for dinner with friends. It has not stopped raining. Who cares? It is a day well spent, doing what I love, and I am grateful. The lichen was a gorgeous find this morning on the wet forest floor. And Jane Hirshfield’s poem as well, tonight.
Charles River from Trestle Bridge