#NewThisDay Writing From My Photo Stream
Afternoon Brook
“... the greatest gift of relationship proves to be that as the result of encountering each other, we are obliged to grow larger than we had planned.”
Oh, January weather. Some light snow this morning. A bit of rain later. Clouds all day. I had my good power walk at the track listening to a Jungian podcast interview with the psychoanalyst and author James Hollis. The trees are bare, the ground is brown. No birds in the sky. it’s cold, but not too cold. I hope to go home and work on poems. But here is Wave, waiting for me, while his mother goes to the gym. He wants to watch a movie with me on the couch, under a blanket, with our lunch, but we’re not hungry yet. So we sit and watch Zootopia 1, laughing and cuddling and appreciating it together. This is what I needed. The boy on my lap under a hand-crocheted purple blanket his mother made for me some years before he was born. We are warm and the fire’s on. Frank comes home and joins us. Then my youngest comes and her friend and we have a foursome on the pickle court in the cold damp air. Not for more than a half hour or so, as Frank has to run off to his tennis match. I wasn’t thrilled to go out, but once we’re there it’s pure fun and my hands are only a little cold and it’s fun to run around. In the late afternoon I actually do get to revise a poem, and start a new one. A very very very very rough draft. It’s one of the last of the manuscript and I’d really like to get an improved draft by workshop Monday. i think it’s one of three I know I want that are still unwritten. Casual dinner and after dinner I try on, for my daughters, the dress I have ordered online for Franci’s wedding. They love it. I love it too. Winter will not last forever.