#NewThisDay Writing From My Photo Stream

Long Lake

No other shore, only this bank On which the living gather. No meaning but what we find here. No purpose but what we make. That, and the beloved’s clear instructions: Turn me into song; sing me awake.

~ Gregory Orr [Untitled, excerpt]

First one up, a quiet house, a stillness on the lake. Hush, and no rush. Out for my six mile walk and listening to a podcast, Rattlecast, and an interview and reading with the poet Gregory Orr. Very moving. A lovely morning. A quiet day. Quite cool. Everyone relaxing. No pickle today. Very little swimming. Drove with the girls and Wave to get bagels. The sweet small towns around the lake. I led my Israeli group, of course, mid-day. Everyone retreating into books and rest. Sun came out in the latest part of afternoon and sparkled the lake. A birthday dinner at our friend’s lakefront. Lots of laughter. Wave very focused on his mother. Wants her all-attention. Played cards for a little while with me, but mostly wanting his mother. Filling himself up with her. We have one more day of play and the sun coming back.