#NewThisDay Writing From My Photo Stream

Tree Trunk in Morning Brook

“Tradition is not the worship of ashes, but the preservation of fire.”
― Gustav Mahler

I did not prepare for the cold. I wore sneakers instead of boots and I needed a warmer hat. Thirty degrees, and I got my feet wet in the wetlands where there was a film of ice forming. I walked with wet feet. Then stopped at the brook where I saw the tree reflecting in the. brook and this made me smile and forget my feet. Because there was such a sky over us and under us, and the tree was a squiggle of energy to inspire me for a busy day. I went in a little early to warm up, as I had my Farm Pond Writers webinar, which seems years, not hours ago in this busy day. Wow, they wrote from my tradition prompt about holiday photos and it was a truly generative and powerful shared experience: a way to have open minds, fresh perspective on these Covid shaped holidays. Then, a writing workshop with poet friends in the afternoon, and some time spent tweaking the new poem for tomorrow’s workshop. Then prepping for my evening Aim for Astonishing webinar, and a very nice group of writers who joined me, familiar faces and new, and the writing was wonderful. A full, full writing day. Filled me up, brought me energy. Just as I felt the tree in the morning brook portended.