You can listen to Jane Hirshfield read her entire poem here at Poets.org
We walk early in the warmish January downpour. From the trestle bridge, the tree is a black reflection on the pelted Charles. After I am soaking wet, I go to the pool and take a long, energetic swim. The house is so quiet, so undisturbed on this rainy day, I curl up by the fire and work happily all day. Not writing, really, but writing: writing for my business, marketing writing and networking writing, which also is in its own way, of course, the most creative writing. I chomp through so much essential description of who I am and what I do, and what I believe and offer. I keep polishing the pdf guide I’m getting ready to share from my website to launch Aim for Astonishing, and, by dinnertime, I am thrilled with my progress today, and ready for dinner with friends. It has not stopped raining. Who cares? It is a day well spent, doing what I love, and I am grateful. The lichen was a gorgeous find this morning on the wet forest floor. And Jane Hirshfield’s poem as well, tonight.