#NewThisDay Writing From My Photo Stream

6:00 a.m. alarm. I will wake up to see about poems for workshop. Wintry scene. I somehow break through a little stuckness and find some music. A bit of flow. I bit of water through brook ice. Wave want EGGS. He is very hungry it seems. I make them perfectly and go out for my ski. Oh, the snow is very cold and fine to ski on. Through trees. Past bubbling brook. I bushwhack a bit through fallen trees, trying not to have to take my skis off and walk a bit. No birds. Old crunchy leaves. Up the railroad tracks. I have a nice time outdoors and think things through. The goings on of the world. Sorting out various despairing thoughts. Step glide. Step glide. Poetry workshop is stimulating and my poems are working for the most part. I have drafts of all the poems I think will be in the manuscript except one. The one requiring the day trip. And one is a draft that isn’t working yet. But I am more hopeful today for finding some fluidity. I make pizzas for dinner but Wave doesn’t want them. I prep after dinner for workshop I’ll lead tomorrow. My son stops by to chat. He reminds me he’s co-leading a forest bathing experience in the tent this weekend and I won’t be here. Darn. This snow will be here for some time I suspect. I haven’t been out to the road today, so I only hear through Frank and Perri and Franci that something is happening in the neighborhood. The obnoxious fence is taken down. Tomorrow I’ll ski up the driveway to see for myself. A little sign of hope in a fractured world?