#NewThisDay Writing From My Photo Stream

Success––not hitting snooze. I wanted to revise a bit more and send my long poem off, which I did. After chatting with Frank a bit. I saw my daughter out my bedroom window heading, early, to her car. Wave home soon. I went for my walk and enjoyed all the wet from rain last night. No mallard or heron sightings, though. My head was full of my poem. My feelings too. It wasn’t an easy poem to write about a childhood trauma. And I was so grateful it was on the paper, as poem. And when I did read it in workshop, our small Tuesday morning group, I felt I read it with emotion and force. And I got very supportive and encouraging feedback on the strength of the poem. How long it has bee to get to the level of craft I have needed to create this trauma as art. And I felt, after group, tired and exhilarated––both. It’s the focal point of the manuscript. I am pleased that my intuition told me to do both Monday and Tuesday morning workshops as this commitment has really allowed me to get poems on the page and also revised. I’m very focused and it’s paying off. Wave asked me in the afternoon if we could go to Kingsbury. Of course! Wow! He is having such breakthroughs in the water, and most importantly, we are having joy together. He is unafraid of the deep water over his head. He moves his body fluidly in every position of his body. Jumping in, going deep, shooting up, somersaults and pancakes and roughhousing. His mother came for a bit to watch and I felt so glad to have her see all the FREEDOM he now has in the water. That’s it. The freedom, because of the confidence of being able to be comfortable under water and move on his own power. Writing group tonight. Lovely sharing, lovely writing. The maple wings are on the trees in their cheerful little bouquets.

P.S. Happy birthday to KJC. I always think of you on your birthday & miss you & miss you & miss you still.