#NewThisDay Writing From My Photo Stream

The Balloon of the Mind

W. B. Yeats - 1865-1939

Hands, do what you're bid:
Bring the balloon of the mind
That bellies and drags in the wind
Into its narrow shed.

Ah, balloon of the brook. That was the image I found today on my short walk before driving the Special One to school. Charlie wasn’t thrilled. Then I went for a swim and felt like swimming a mile. For the first half of my swim I felt a lack of energy, but didn’t want to stop, and then I got my energy and didn’t want to stop. I felt weightless, in flight. Perhaps a bit like my balloon. Then, to my desk and mostly it was dealing with issues about the house renovation and insurance which was boring but necessary. I would have preferred creative time. Then, a client, and then errands. Tonight, attended a wonderful poetry reading, four poets, two of them friends and workshop mates. An exquisite reading—about 130 people showed up for poetry! A chance to talk with my friend who moved away; how nice that it felt like, over the phone, she was just a quick mile or two’s hike away. A couple of nights ago I watched the Jane Campion movie, the Power of the Dog [Netflix]. Riveting and disturbing; have been thinking about it for days; her movies do that. Have listened to two Fresh Air podcast interviews with Kirsten Dunst and Benedict Cumberbatch talking about their roles. It’s one of the things that I have been thinking quite a bit about as I swim, it has had such a powerful effect.