#NewThisDay Writing From My Photo Stream

Mediola Virgiana of October

Ooops. Tonight, Wave was eating his meatballs and his mother and I were processing and he was distracted but in processing my frustration I said a very bad word. And, inevitably, seized his attention. Oh well. It was about a poem and the process of writing a poem. Happy for Wave being home. With his ears on. We are a house without Frank. I have not heard from him, he is out of range on his retreat in the wilderness of the mesas. So, we’ve been going casual at meals. Which includes spontaneous curse words, apparently. What a gorgeous freaking day today. Warm. Very very warm and sunny. And I woke early. To put my poem in shape for workshop. Thought I had done it. Worked on brush clearing for an hour which was, as usual, quite invigorating and pleasurable. The light coming through the trees at the river’s edge. The quiet. The solitary motions of being with dead wood and living wood and the smell of sap. Then workshop, and the feedback was helpful and appreciative. But I felt also a little stuck and confused that I had more work to do. And then there is discomfort. Can I do it? After that, a great session with a client whose work is very stimulating. And a swim? How could I keep myself out of water on an October day of this blue sky and sun? Went to Farm Pond. Quite a few people around. Swam around the island where the geese hang. They hang and leave their feathers floating and I have to swish swish swish them away so they won’t get in my mouth. And yes, it was entirely pleasant, even with the geese. A hearty good swim. Then, the dinner prep and the swearing incident. But I got back to my poem and bettered it. I think it was uttering the obscenity which freed me up. So there. Sometimes you just need a good swear to loosen things up. {And I apologized to Wave, of course.)