#NewThisDay Writing From My Photo Stream
Trestle Bridge
"Lord, it is time. The summer was very big. Lay thy shadow on the sundials, and on the meadows let the winds go loose.
Command the last fruits that they shall be full; give them another two more southerly days, press them on to fulfillment and drive the last sweetness into the heavenly wine."~Rainer Maria Rilke
Press them on to fulfillment. . . indeed. The chill in the air is pleasant. My youngest, here for the duration, says she will walk with me. Charlie joins us and we’re off into the splendor of color at the river and into the woods, talking and talking. I’m tickled to learn that she has taken my suggestion and made an appointment for a professional consult on some of her group work with Nina Garcia, my primary trainer in group work, who is the ideal person to support what she’s doing. I’m proud for Nina to meet her and see the excellent creative arts facilitation skills she has already, at 23. Then, it’s a work day for me, of group prep and writing a poem for my workshop tonight which goes well. I start one, a poem from the letters, and almost immediately realize it’s not going to work. I move into another letter and the writing takes off and I really enjoy this one. Tonight, my group does as well. I love this project. I need a chunk of time to finish it. I need to prioritize finishing it. In the late afternoon I run into the market for fresh cod and we have a nice dinner, the four of us, by the fire. I am happy for this baby to have an October birthday, as I have always loved having mine this month: bobbing for apples, eating donuts off strings, candy corn and golden orange yellow trees and dry grass and early dusk and damp evenings of dark and the sweet smell of leaf rot, a wind blowing up. An owl outside our window woke us up. Frank said he thought it was Suzi howling. I knew it was our friend of the trees settling down after a long night. Strange to think I used to have a forty minute ride home every Monday night at 10:00. And now, after workshop, such a wonderful workshop with fine poets, it’s only a short walk to my bed.
