#NewThisDay Writing From My Photo Stream

Just a buttercup

As it turned out, I didn’t have time to walk before my poetry workshop. I needed to run an errand for cleaning supplies. And so I did that, and waited for my walk, and that was fortunate, because the girls were free to walk with me at noon; we all had the same break, and we made use of it. Our walks together open so many deep conversations. I was pleased that the poem I brought to workshop was well received, even though it’s a very dark poem. I got very specific suggestions that I will apply. It’s the poem about the dream of two weeks ago. Suzi took a swim in the Charles at the landing in Rocky Narrows, a swim into the deep green of the foliage reflecting. It was so peaceful and the buttercups in the meadow light the grass and thrive. Tonight I ran my Aim for Astonishing monthly workshop, and it was so intimate and lovely to be sharing writing as if in the same room together across miles. I baked a batch of cinnamon scones just before dinner–my scones are so good! One daughter likes the chocolate chip scones best; the other the cinnamon, and now this week I’ve made a batch of both. And ate one before bed, with strawberry jam. I felt the long weekend in my spirit today. I felt the first holiday weekend of summer coming to celebrate. I felt the impending relaxation and family time. Invitation to rest. Was it the light? The heat? I felt my mother packing up her car with boxes of food and linens to head to Laurel Lake to open her cottage. I felt the breeze over the lake and water too cold for swimming. And the cold, chilly mornings and summer, all summer, still ahead.