#NewThisDay Writing From My Photo Stream

Beannacht / Blessing

John O’Donohue

Oh, May. Too fast. June coming. Today was a rich day of three groups. Of blueberry pancakes for Wave and a race. A race he brought his mother into because he thought she could beat me. So I let her. Because I am grandmother. He beat us both. Doors open, warm. My swim, excellent, my mile. Sun behind clouds but strong. My groups a pleasure to be in. Grandmother writing so special. I went into the trees and moved brush to shake out my sitting body before dinner. My son called, we chatted. My youngest came by in the early evening, we chatted. I am so spent tonight. In a good way. I finished Independent People, Haldor Laxness. Sigh. So good.