#NewThisDay Writing From My Photo Stream

. . . into the midst of all this beauty, the kind of beauty that makes despair seem like only a figment of the midnight imagination, the monsters arrive. . .

~ Margaret Renkl, NY Times, “The First Thing We Do, Let’s Kill All the Leaf Blowers”

I had every intention of swimming, despite the light rain, the wet from rain all night. A run through the sodden but delightfully shining and colored leaves. The resistance was only, I finally accepted, not enough time. I needed to get to my desk. So, I let it go and settled for the run. And, was satisfied that I felt very much like going. I am quite involved with the monologue showcase prep for Thursday. It’s very rewarding, working with the writers and the actors. These monologues are emotional and beautiful and healing and transformative. Also, a poem revision, Monday workshop tonight. I thought maybe I would get a late afternoon possibility of going, but I didn’t. Poetry workshop tonight was amazing, our discussion of craft. I got done all I needed to get done. And then I enjoyed the lightheartedness of pressure off. And warm gingerbread with whipped cream that I baked myself this rainy day.