#NewThisDay Writing from My Photo Stream

. . . Praise the blue sky
that hasn’t cracked yet. Praise the sun slipping down
behind the beechnuts, praise the quilt of leaves
that covers the grass: Scarlet Oak, Sweet Gum,
Sugar Maple. Though darkness gathers, praise our crazy
fallen world; it’s all we have, and it’s never enough.

~ Excerpt from “Praise Song,” by Barbara Crooker

What is not to love about the Friday after Thanksgiving, with the weekend still ahead. I walked, swam, and drove to Connecticut to see my aunt. And took her shopping on Black Friday! Which was absolutely fun and manageable, because all she wanted to do was go to Talbots and there was no crowd and we were waited on my the lovely saleswoman who waited on us a month ago, and she remembered us! My aunt was soooo happy. And so was I. We talked about so many things over tea and coffee. Memories and stories I’ve never heard. Truth telling. It was such a sweet time and I felt very present and understood and appreciated, and I think she did too. Frank had diner waiting for me when I got home and I rested and appreciated his attention and affection.