#NewThisDay Writing From My Photo Stream
Season of
joy for the bee. The green will never
again be so green, so purely and lushly
new, grass lifting its wheaty seedheads
into the wind. Rich fresh wine
of June, we stagger into you smeared
with pollen, overcome as the turtle
laying her eggs in roadside sand.
~ Excerpt from "More Than Enough,” by Marge Piercy
Exquisite warmth and sunshine, a long fresh walk in the greenliness of the woods. I prepared yesterday for Farm Pond Writers, so I can take my time. We are winding down. It’s our second to last workshop. We are working with the theme of nests. I bring a bag full of Frank’s old psychology books and we write nesting (found) poems from these wonderfully outdated books from the mid-last century. And we are writing outside all morning, overlooking Farm Pond, and I have us go and stand in my friend’s luscious garden of moss and I read "Nest,” by Marianne Boruch while we are barefoot on the soft nestiness of the moss. After workshop we ate lunch and talked and a couple of us took a swim. Mine was brief and splendid in the cold water under the hot sun. Summer has begun! Then, home to an appointment. My zoom session with Nina Garcia, my psychodrama trainer from years back. Wow. It was pretty amazing to meet with her, share what’s on my mind and heart, and do a brief psychodrama. Covid, meaning Zoom, making this connection possible and doable long distance with her in New Jersey and me in Boston. Later, I sent a poem I’ve previously worked on to my Thursday workshop tomorrow. I look forward to being back, having been gone last week. I’m quite uncertain about the poem, but it’s what I must bring. Windows open, frogs croaking in the frog pond below. I am very much involved with this amazing book, “The Warmth of Other Suns.,” on Audible.