#NewThisDay Writing From My Photo Stream
My Morning Brook
8:00 p.m., and as I sit by this ember-glow of living room fire, I can barely keep eyes open. In the light of a candle propped on an oval of interesting driftwood I collected at Point Reyes, I meditated this morning while the writers were writing in my Charles River Writing Collective––on Zoom. I will simply say, wow––what beautiful and moving, fresh and tantalizing writing was generated this morning with the Winter Solstice prompt I created. Before that, I had been in the woods, a good, hearty walk/jog and I so enjoyed the pictures I found in the wetlands, the brook. They lifted my mood into more happiness. It was a night of broken sleep and a too-early rising. I am trying, also, to remember my dreams. And since I made this intention a week ago and since I have not had yet a memorable dream, or, as Jung would call it, a “big” dream. And I am patient. No rushing the dreams that want to come when they come. I have not arranged my Christmas flowers, today there was no opportunity, and I am patient with this too. I have not decorated the tree! It’s so simple and nice with just the white lights I have forgotten the ornaments. As is true every year every year as a parent that I have created a Christmas with Frank for our family: all that needs to be done will get done. That is the wisdom to sleep on and dream on tonight.
Brook Ice Abstract
6.
listen little sister
angels make their hope here
in these hills
follow me
I will guide you
careful now
no trespass
I will guide you
word for word
mouth for mouth
all the holy ones
embracing us
all our kin
making home here
renegade marooned
lawless fugitives
grace these mountains
we have earth to bind us
the covenant
between us
can never be broken
vows to live and let live
~ Excerpt from bell hooks, "Appalachian Elegy”