#NewThisDay Writing From My Photo Stream

“. . . Let the vow of this day keep itself wildly and wholly
Spoken and silent, surprise you inside your ears
Sleeping and waking, unfold itself inside your eyes
Let its fierceness and tenderness hold you
Let its vastness be undisguised in all your days.”

~ Excerpt from “A Blessing for Wedding,” by Jane Hirshfield

A late November cool, not cold, and damp, and puddled. Yesterday’s rain has swamped the river’s edge where we placed the bench to sit up close. It will dry again before long. I walked for a long time. I am almost done with the Georgia O’Keeffe biography. I slept a little late, dreaming. I dreamed that I visited her while she was alive. I just showed up at her door, in Abiquiu. Later, I was a the memorial service, remembering this. She had bought me a pair of white sneakers, and that meant a lot to me, that she wanted me to have a good pair of sneakers. Hmmmm. Now, I am listening to a new audiobook, a biography of Adrienne Rich, The Power of Adrienne Rich, by Hilary Holladay, Narrated by: Maggi-Meg Reed. So far, so good. I like this combination of reading a book at night and listening to a book during the day. Then, it was off to the market, the small one. It was crowded with Thanksgiving shoppers, but I was in and out. And more household chores at home, and then, in the afternoon, a second walk with my youngest, a chance to talk, and then I made a delicious soup for dinner, a vegetarian minestrone––it was delicious. A+ the family voted. And my homemade popovers. A Novembery meal by the fire that pleased one and all. Tonight, my poetry pals and I shared poems long distance. I really like the Hirshfield poem, the idea of keeping the vow of the day, keeping it silent and spoken.