#NewThisDay Writing From My Photo Stream

Morning Brook

Robert Carr, Published in Carve Magazine, nominated for a Pushcart Prize in Poetry 2021

It’s very early to be awake. 5:00 a.m. for a busy day, an early start, still dark. After light, we walk, all three of us. Charlie and Suzi and the damp raw air and the lovely leaves in the blue brook. I have three clients in a row and prep for the Journal of Expressive Writing Open Mic I’m running tonight featuring Robert Carr. Of course, I also have to pack, make decisions about what I will wear. I save that for the very last tonight. All day I am so moved by the writers and writing of others and grateful for my role in facilitating it. After dark, before dinner, Frank takes the special one into the yard. It’s cold. But Frank has bought some lights. They go out and put the lights on the juniper shrub I planted two years ago in the yard just for this purpose. It’s beautiful. Bob’s reading tonight is wonderful, and almost twenty writers read in the open mic. So much beauty and challenge and pain and humanity and transcendence to absorb from this full day. And I have packed. And I have meditated for my ten minutes. Let sleep come.