#NewThisDay Writing From My Photo Stream

This morning I took my time getting up. A quiet house and I wrote for awhile on the piece I was revising yesterday. It was winter weary outdoors; gray. Snow gone from the rain. Raw, wet. But I didn’t swim, I decided to take a longer walk and my son surprised me by joining me. The trails are still too wet in places and there are many trees down. Mess. It’s the messy season, winter. But I very much enjoyed our time to talk and connect and listen about his life. And Charlie was happy to be with both of us. Today was a day to drive to Easthampton, Mass. to take my aunt and uncle, to lunch. My uncle who is now my father’s only living sibling. My sister and I planned this idea a weeks ago, to take them to their favorite restaurant. When I spoke, during the lunch, about how much their lives have meant to me and my siblings my uncle teared up. He is missing his siblings. It was a long day in the car, but I got to be with my sister for much of the ride. Then, pickle with friends at the club which was also very fun. I had a dream last night that feels like a bit of a breakthrough. Opening my mind to a new idea. Helping me let go of some presumptions and try on a new ideas. I want my mind to stay open as I age, as much as it can. It’s good to challenge fixed ideas be open to new possibilities in my thinking and attitudes. My dreams are so powerful and helpful to me these past months. Vivid and memorable.