#NewThisDay Writing From My Photo Stream
Awake too early, into a busy day of presenting, and the excitement of thinking about the unknown: how will these events go? I went out into the morning to the river, its reflection, and the ball of sun beaming from a sky growing blue. I felt quiet, thoughtful, aware and present. I moved slowly, I looked at everything. I looked until something beautiful surprised me and drew me in, something bright in the world of brown and beige on the ground, the patch of bright red leaves in the dull and broken meadow by the crumbling ages old stone wall: the wild low bush blueberry leaves. A very cheery patch. I knelt into the blueberry leaves and felt enlivened by their energy in this season of almost winter, well past their bloom and fruit. Poor bushes, they never get their berries. The white-tailed deer eat them before they have a chance to become: blueberry. I had, before my busy afternoon, a lovely visit in the yard with my dear friend and her lively puppy. And Charlie, after these first few months of not wanting much to do with him, welcomed the play date. He wasn’t at all snooty, he was wiling to be friends. The afternoon webinar on literary friendship that I moderated for the Transformative Language Arts Network went so well, was so interesting. And then, I moderated this evening an event I had planned for the IWWG, inviting True Story Theater in to do playback theater with members of the Guild. Wow. It was amazing to co-present with my daughter two nights in.a row. The stories shared blew me away, and the playback artistry was exquisite. And now the rain is pouring down in the black night outside my window. Who knows if I will wake to rain or snow? I will be grateful to wake into any weather.
