#NewThisDay Writing From My Photo Stream

Brook After Drought

. . . Smoke turns to wet trace.

Geese set out in familiar form.

All at once, there is a sense of forgiveness.

~ Excerpt from “Rain After Drought,” by Julia Caroline Knowlton

Rain, all night, is great news here in this drought. We go out in the rain first thing. And I go to the brook to see. . . . yes! There is water puddling in the brook. The lawn is splashed with grass puddles I walk through and all the trees are dripping. It’s a wonderful feeling of refreshment. The whole yard looks more deeply and greenly alive. I take Charlie into the woods and the whole trail is a stream of running water, water that wants to run into the stream and the brook and to the river. My head is filled with ideas and my spirit is filled with creative energy. This is what a Labor Day of rain and another one too has brought. I go to my desk with enthusiasm. I have my Ukrainian support group, and only one member and the translator can make it. My strong instinct is just to say, I’ll be there. We will meet. Even if it’s just a short time. And, ninety minutes later, after we have shared deeply, I know that we did the right thing. We had just the deep sharing that was needed. And appreciated. My instincts, as usual, led me well. I also prepped for my free webinar tonight and for my Monologue course that starts tomorrow. I got so much done! And my group tonight was just what it needed to be as well. Outside, the rain continues to give what only rain can give to the earth.