#NewThisDay Writing From My Photo Stream

Goldfinch feather in the yard

It doesn’t matter where you live, in the city, in the suburbs or in the countryside. You can always walk, and you will always see all sorts of landscapes and places that you didn’t know existed.

~ Torbjorn Ekelund, In Praise of Paths: Walking Through Time and Nature

Smells, sounds, open window, closed door. Tonight, while producing a webinar on Flash Fiction for TLAN, I smelled a delicious scent wafting up the stairs from the kitchen. The youngest, baking chocolate chip banana bread from a recipe inspired by a trip to Hawaii. My mouth is watering until I can have a taste. This afternoon, my window open at my makeshift desk in my makeshift bedroom, I am on a Zoom call with a poetry mentor discussing my poems when I hear the faint sounds of my son’s flute coming from across the yard and garden. Tonight, while starting the webinar, I hear the sounds of a youngster being put to bed in the room beside me. These are sounds of a young one wishing, loudly, that the day would not have to end so soon. Oh, I was physically quite tired today. A morning walk with Charlie, but a nap in the afternoon instead of a swim or bike ride. In fact, the walk started with a long sit and meditation on the rock at the river bank where I go to listen and watch what’s happening. Bird song. Insect buzz. Leaf rustling in wind, top of trees. It was a much needed meditation. So, despite low energy, I enjoyed meeting with two clients. And my energy was high while meeting with my poetry mentor, starting the process of putting together my new full length poetry manuscript. Excitement. Stimulation. The feeling of being one of the leaves on the hardwoods rooted at the river, blown by a stimulating September wind. Shaken up––in the best way.