Rain was just what my spirit needed to feel refreshed in the woods this morning. Raindrops on the river. Wet wood. Rain deeply coloring the willow sticks wild along the river. Today, I didn’t wear gloves. My fingers froze. I didn’t wear a jacket. I was chilled and happy to be so. I surrendered to the landscape, the weather of home, of April rain and morning gloom. I found beauty, made pictures. And then, indoors, returned to finish my preparation for the renewal of my Farm Pond Writers. The studio was full of talk and laughter, hugs and catching up, a lovely reunion, of writing and spirit and friendship and creativity. We were so glad to see each other in person and be together. I led a writing warm up: choose three pictures to represent three phases of wherever you journeyed, near or far, since we’ve been together. The writing was varied and rich; the listening and sharing deep and kind and helpful, sensitive and insightful. I led a second group tonight online. More fine writing shared and discussed. So much enriching conversation about craft. I found Frank outdoors on the deck, his little fire warming him. My son and his fiancee arrived home and Suzi and Charlie joined the four of us, prepping our dinner in the kitchen, a pleasant crowd and treats for all. I am grateful, happy, to be home.
