#NewThisDay Writing From My Photo Stream

First Ice Abstract

. . . bone to bone—tendons and flesh—skin—together,
four winds breathe into these slain, that they may live—

—breathe, four winds, into these slain. That they may live—
Calling forth prophecy is no light work, No—

but, for Joshua, the sun stood still—the moon stopped.
Black Mamas stay on your knees praying—praying—

~ Excerpt from “Duplex: Black Mamas Praying,” Antoinette Brim-Bell

Planned to take the dogs for a long ramble. Before I left I did some housework, including laundry. Folding the clothes, I heard the meditation music Frank was streaming downstairs, background music for the household. And I felt I need to sit today. In fact, I need to have a daily practice of sitting again. So I decided I will sit for at least ten minutes from now til New Years. And it felt just right. On my walk my daughter called and told me there was an armed attempted car-jacking in the center of our tiny town, this morning! She drove by the commotion, they had not set up the detour yet. They closed school and because the suspects had fled they sent out some alerts. I realized I perhaps, should not be out walking in the woods and turned around. Luckily, I had already gotten some pictures that made me very happy. Lichen and ice abstracts. Then I took a swim. And went to poetry workshop. The problem poem seems to have finally succeeded. I’m glad it’s the one I brought. Holiday prep and food shopping. In the afternoon I was busy with all this, and made chili for dinner and both my daughters came home and I made sweets for tomorrow that I let everyone dip into. Tonight, I sat by the fire in the dark after everyone went upstairs and meditated for my ten minutes by the crackly and orange glow from the coals. As far as I know they did not find the car-jackers who seem to have fled the area.