#NewThisDay Writing From My Photo Stream
. . . maybe the first poem was a lullaby a woman sang to her child, the incantatory, “Everything is OK, everything is OK, everything is OK. I’m here, go to sleep.” Or we prayed for rain, or we thanked the Gods for the corn, or we sang to the deer we were going to catch. But it’s interrelational. It’s incantatory. It feels as its roots can never wholly be pulled out from sacred ground. . .
~ Marie Howe, excerpt from an interview with Krista Tippett, “On Being”
The rain, I could hear it, sense it through the half-light of the new morning. Groggy, this morning; I was awake until late, home from Cambridge and poetry, wide awake for too late. What a lovely awareness: the warmth outoors. Even in the slog of the grass and the slush of the leaves, I walk heartily, comfortably, as the rain plinks on my hat. It’s so nice not to feel ice in my bones. Yes, it is a comfort and pleasure to wander over the trestle bridge and into the wide open meadow. Where I brush through the tangles over the flattened hay at the river’s edge, where the deer and the coyote and the beaver tromp at night, unseen by us. But, here’s Suzi, blonde Suzi, trotting along now with a gooey black scar of coyote scat across her back where she has rolled, as dogs love to do, to pick up the awful scent of the wild ones. Once home, I’m satisfied with my pictures, quite happy with what I found in the meadow, which feels like sacred ground to me. It is a full-bodied day of working on projects dear to my heart. Frank is away, the house is quiet. I finish creating my new Aim for Astonishing pdf writing prompt and I can’t wait to release it – hopefully tomorrow. I’m very happy with what I created and hope it will inspire wonderful writing for many people. I may never meet them, but I hope they will send me their writing from it. Before an online meeting where I shared my new Aim for Astonishing prompt with a group of peers, I made pizza in the late afternoon and was happy to stand up and be in the kitchen. I had dough that needed to be used. So, I sauteed spinach and carmelized onions sliced some grape tomatoes and spread pesto and sauce on my hand tossed dough and dressed up my pizzas and popped them in the oven. Then, I texted, with pictures, the newlyweds and asked if they wanted some. So, while I am in my meeting I hear them downstairs, picking up the pizzas, and they leave me one, and I am hungry and glad to have fed them, and to be feeding myself.
