#NewThisDay Writing From My Photo Stream

We wake with Charlie at 5:00 am. I’m not upset; I have a full day, and I want to be awake and in the freshness. And I have Frank, and we have conversation for two hours in a quiet house. Then, I go out. Charlie drinks his drink from the brook, our favorite stop. The Jill in the Pulpits are still in bloom. Yesterday that’s what I named them. Why not? I like to think of women in the pulpits as a natural thing. I am settled and easily soothed this morning by the green leaf cover. It’s a day of non-stop computer time and meetings and coaching writers, and it’s pleasant in a very busy way. My daughter makes dinner since I’m on conference call and feeds the family. Tonight, she sends me this link to her blog she submitted about love at the request of a friend of hers. I read it before she sent it off; but this is the first time I get to see it in print. My daughter, and turtle mother love. There are many lovely alive beings growing around here lately. I want to keep growing too, always.

And, I am looking into my blind spots: