#NewThisDay Writing From My Photo Stream

Halloween in the wetlands

. . . Now when dying grasses veil

earth from the sky in one last pale

wave, as autumn dies to bring

winter back, and then the spring,

we who die ourselves can peel

back another kind of veil. . .

~ Excerpt from “Samhain,” by Annie Finch

Early up in the dark to Wave’s waking. And I get him out the door and off to school after we play with magnets, testing hypotheses of what they will magnetize to––great fun. I have my swim, a shorter one, and a long walk with Charlie who is glad, even though he’s tired and lagging a bit. The vet recently said, keeping him moving, getting him out for his walks is the most important thing at twelve. I don’t have time at my desk to accomplish much today. But I get wonderful news from a writer in my previous play lab that she submitted her monologue, already!, to a play festival and they accepted it! First stage monologue, first production. So happy for her. Home after a hair appointment to the clamor and glee of Wave getting ready for trick or treating with a friend. So many memories of so many Halloweens with my own kids going out the door for this fun ritual night in the fall air and the dark. I am to bed early, hoping for a very very good night’s sleep.