#NewThisDay Writing From My Photo Stream
"I am no bird; and no net ensnares me; I am a free human being, with an independent will; which I now exert to leave you.”
― Charlotte Brontë , Jane Eyre
Today I kept my wits about me. I felt creative. When I feel creative, I feel so hopeful. Every day is a new beginning. Yes, also, tired. A little overtired; but grateful for having had the chance and the desire to have been so active lately; I did not walk this morning! I woke late and needed to do some cleaning up and then get to my poetry workshop. The heat wave here has broken. My goodness, how this day got away from me! I never even got into the garden! Poetry workshop was filled with fine poems and I got some helpful (and not so helpful) feedback for my poem and feel confident about revising it. It was a very empowering poem to draft because it’s about what Rumi talks about in one of his poems: working in the invisible world; trusting in the spiritual power of enchantment, invoking those powers. Well, I went out in the afternoon intending a short walk, but Frank was on his tractor and I asked him about making some trails in a grove we have and we got happily involved in that with lots of stick and branch clearing for a nice bit of a break, and now we have some more places to walk in the shade. Had to run to Home Depot and - sale! - I filled my car with some small magnolia trees and more lavender, and eggplant, two rhododendrons and some annuals to refill the pots of pansies scorched in the heatwave. I had prep to do for my Aim for Astonishing webinar tonight, and then a stressful meeting on Zoom; my daughter and I danced briefly while I made a quick dinner to dance out the negativity from this person––that was exuberant! My youngest came and I gave her a quick hug before leading my webinar which was excellent. Wonderful sharing, wonderful writing, our last meeting with this cohort, and I was sad to end it. No picture! The rain pours heavily down. I opened the front door and let it splash on me. Oh, how happy all growing things are for this downpour. Including me. I have to say that I am reading the superlative short story collection, A Manual for Cleaning Women, by Lucia Berlin, and I can imagine reading and re-reading and re-reading it. And I forgot to mention the astonishingly moving concert I found on facebook yesterday, recorded live by the Folk Life Center: Tenzin Choegyal: Tibetan Music from Australia. Absolutely astonishing.