#NewThisDay Writing From My Photo Stream

She wears a full moon in her heart

“ice contains no future , just the past, sealed away. As if they're alive, everything in the world is sealed up inside, clear and distinct. Ice can preserve all kinds of things that way- cleanly, clearly. That's the essence of ice, the role it plays.”

― Haruki Murakami

Perfect ice on the river and in the brooks for image hunting. Charlie and Suzi chew sticks while I explore. The wetlands are frozen and so I glide around on the ice. My first image I fall in love with is on the Charles: a woman with a moon in her heart. I cross the brook on the Rocky Narrows trail and stop to see the ice where the water rushes through the tunnel of pipe under my feet, the gorgeous lace. I am grateful to be outdoors playing. I take my cheerful energy indoors and apply it to my to-do list of holiday preparations. It’s a day of crossing errands and chores off my list, one at a time, until they are done. The tree is decorated with birds and berries and pine cones. The flowers and evergreen arrangements are made. The cards are addressed and stamped. The food shopping is done. I have found the quote about ice by Murakami. Yes, the past is sealed away. Tonight, out there, across the meadow, the river is gaining ice. Sealing the fallen leaves, the broken sticks, the flower stems and all the summer’s detritus. I think the soul has qualities of ice: sealing up the past, the life we’ve lived. Every moment lived is sealed, cleanly, clearly.. I am so glad to discover the woman with the full moon in her breast.