#NewThisDay Writing From My Photo Stream

Maple on the river’s edge

Awake before alarm. The cold air blows in. September is leaping toward October. For the third morning in a row I go to the pool. It’s un-busy and at one point I’m the only one there. I have a great swim, hurry home. Wednesday morning writers, some in person, Charlie must wait for his walk. A day framed by my morning writers and afternoon Play Lab. It’s a very busy house today. I’m very moved by the monologues being written in the Play Lab. And, in the morning, the sense of community in our Charles River Collective is notably strong. I’m so gratified by that. A midday trip to handle the changeover to Medicare. So complicated! I am tired tonight. Glad for my deep presence and attention on writers, and also recognizing tonight the need for a deep rest and renewal. The light of the maple, from this afternoon’s walk brings a sense of renewal, even though the bright red leaves are not renewing, in fact, they are dying. But this deep fiery red has such a blazing energy. Warmth. By the fire tonight, me and Frank only. We are all doing our own thing tonight, in different corners of the house. But Frank and I are beside each other, beside the fire, and I feel appreciated, and appreciative. I have shared red maple energy in the world today.