#NewThisDay Writing From My Photo Stream

. . . There is only one life
you can call your own
and a thousand others
you can call by any name you want.

Hold to the truth you make
every day with your own body,
don't turn your face away. . .

~ Excerpt from “All The Vows,” by David Whyte

What glide! And pure sunshine, no clouds today, and some pretty ice in the wetlands. I felt free and full of energy and incredibly grateful to be in the slippery powder through the woods. When I go into the wetlands I can ski right up to the brook that crosses our property to the Charles. A ribbon of half frozen blue-black water in a meadow of frozen earth, topped by snow. I stayed out a good amount of very cheerful time. Once home, I started to write my weekly Aim for Astonishing weekly prompt, and it took me the entire afternoon, with interruptions. In the late afternoon, Frank and I got out together alone for errands. An errand date. A time to talk and deeply connect. Today was a day when I kept feeling angsty and a bit disrupted in my mood. And, I also kept saying, I am grateful for this day. I am living in this day. There’s no other day I want to be living. And tomorrow is a different day away. I did not work on any poems today, but I kept my heart at peace. Processing things with Frank is always a grounding experience. I was pleased to hear that the journal where I sent my weather art and text assemblage wants to publish it in their next issue. I have been on such a reading binge the past couple of months. Reading and listening. I am so engrossed in the Plath biography, and also the George Saunders book, and today I received the Frank O’Connor biography I ordered, and i have a huge stack waiting. I don’t want the Plath biography to end. I know how it ends. It’s so granular and well written and expansive I get lost in it. Yes, I know how it will end. The blue of the brook was such a vital light in my life today. I am so grateful.