#NewThisDay Writing From My Photo Stream

Again, the woodpecker drilling. I stay in bed before walking, writing my weekly Aim for Astonishing blog. In the woods, I am enchanted by greens, yellows, reds, and the almost purple bloom of the gorgeous lady slipper. And, walking on, I see by another new bloom a dried bloom left from last year, which is, in its own way, just as lovely to my eye. A busy day of writing webinars: I ran a Play Lab for the IWWG, and then the All Voices Open Mic after a quick dinner break. A day of listening to and facilitating women’s voices, women’s stories. The monologues were powerful, beautifully presented, important topics. My daughter made dinner for the family. I coached her, learning my mother’s recipe, (Julia Child’s) for chicken parmesan. She did a wonderful job, made her grandmother proud, I’m sure. Just before dark, when I was done, we were all free and willing at the same moment, and the five of us with dogs strolled out to the vegetable garden to see the new growth, and then across the meadow to the River and a stroll through the woods. Darkness fell, and we sat on the deck with the fire going. My son came, briefly, in his mask. We laughed and talked over the day. I love the browned blossom as much as the fresh purple one. It has aged gorgeously into its essence.