#NewThisDay Writing From My Photo Stream

Tree, brook, maple wings, May morning

Awake at 5:00. Sent poems off. Bright happy morning. Wave up soon. Breakfast, the usual. Pink swaths of sunrise sky. I’m not satisfied with either of my poems for this morning, but I let it go. I get helpful feedback, of course. Before that, out to the brush. I dig into the clearing up with gusto and tire myself out, happily. Making progress. And I need the physical exercise. I need this balance of head, heart, body getting exercise. I have my Ukraine group, intimate and connecting. Lilia still here, so she was at her computer in my house! I love that. She leaves tomorrow. I am sad to see her go. She’s a great presence around the house. In the afternoon I dropped into a deep and necessary sleep. Frank at one point asked me if I wanted to go out with him and Wave into boat and I didn’t move. Heart said yes, body said no. I had a cache of poems accepted by a favorite journal today––including a couple from the new manuscript. A casual last dinner with Lilia, my daughters and Wave entertaining us all. Then Wave and I played fighting dinosaurs, of course. And moments ago he knocked on my door. Slipped a message under it. A laminated note from him:

I love Grammy