#NewThisDay Writing From My Photo Stream

Rocky Narrows, Picture by my brother, Dusty Burke

Glorious, this day. Brittany is quite quite well. Walked herself out the door this morning! And back in, to her bowl, ravenous. Oh, she is better all right. I went back upstairs to my computer and much to my surprise, for the first time in a week she was able to climb the stairs to sit next to me. I walked with my son, a long talk. A deep one. Then I watered plants, they are sooooo thirsty in this weather, and turned the compost, all the while the lovely sun on my shoulders. Went to Home Depot to get pumpkins and mums, and yes, a few plants that need to go on the side of the house. On sale. Good deals. And Frank promised to put them in the ground so I won’t strain my healing back. I kept trying to get back to my desk; I have so much I want to catch up on. So many chores and distractions. Did not make much progress until after dinner, when I dug into a revision of a poem I thought was done a few months ago. Hope I’ve made it better. While I was writing, my brother texted me with this wonderful photo. He was taking a walk at dusk in Rocky Narrows, in his bare feet, as this is his passion, barefoot walking in all weather. Since I had not gotten a good or great photo today I asked if I could use his here. I was tempted to run into the woods to join him. But I wanted the poem more. I talked to my dear friend in Tampa, concerned for her welfare in the newest storm. She will seek higher ground in a hotel, inland, and I was glad to hear that. I cannot help her with the storm, but I can help her with an essay she’s working on. So, we made a plan for that. Frank’s father and his wife, in St. Pete, also will seek higher ground. It’s hard to believe this is happening again, so soon. Wave is home, and I fear for the safety of my fine pumpkin stems. He seems to have a strong impulse to see the stems break off by rolling them off the steps. Aaaargh! So many ways to practice letting go of the small things, the very very small things, and praise the smalls joys of being in this wonderful world, alive today.