#NewThisDay Writing From My Photo Stream

Morning, Bristol, Rhode Island

Home tonight in rain and some thunder and I’m relieved and happy for the drenching. I won’t have to water. And all the plants are cleaned and fresh when I pull into the driveway from Bristol. The IWWG conference ends tonight––I left after finishing my workshop today. A quick pack of the car. Not as much as the usual sadness of leaving because the conference is only three days. The week would really leave me feeling so many emotions on departure! Three days was fun, worthwhile but too short to do what I wish I could have done more thoroughly in the Play Lab. We aren’t done, because we will have the showcases online in September. But it was a bit of a rush. Still, rich. Wonderful writing. Lovely writers. I woke as I had planned, a good night sleep and the sun coming up over the bay where I walked at 6:30 a.m. Less muggy, more energy. I went to a workshop offered by someone I wanted to get to know, a poet from Little Rock doing a workshop on Poetry of the Chakras––superb stretching. I needed that! I started a draft of a new poem, for workshop tomorrow, inspired by my morning walk past a meadow. Home tonight, I finished a first draft and will send it off in the morning after one more look. It came together quickly. Frank away for this week. Everyone else here and happy to see me and not too much clutter! I will miss Maureen, we really had such a chance to reconnect. As I walked in the nearby garden of Blithewold this morning I saw the most stunning oak leaf hydrangeas in bloom! And I planted three this summer, all brown now, and a bit frazzled, and when I see what they can be I know I will have to help them be strong. Tomorrow in the light of day I will go out and I have missed my outdoor shower and the hummingbird, and the groundhogs and rabbits will see that I have returned.

Oak Leaf Hydrangea, Blithewold Manor