#NewThisDay Writing From My Photo Stream

the banquet of his love, grant, we pray, that we may draw from so great a mystery

April rain. Chippy hesitates at the door. Rain! It’s very early, Chippy early and I stand outside with him in the cold rain and knowing the flowers and the groundwater are being replenished. And I will be replenished with more rest when Frank returns. I hear Chippy at 3:00 a.m. and headed down and my daughter and I startled each other at the stairs. Groggy but generous, she took the 3:00 a.m. call, and I rose at 5:00. Fair enough. I have been taking many catnaps. A client this morning, a group in the afternoon. My grandmother as muse webinar. So dynamic. I feel so excited and delighted by the writing that emerges from the grandmother pictures and prompts. The house is quiet at 5 when I’m done and I take Chip for a ride to the store. We just bought his size small harness a week ago. I must go for the next size as it’s too tight around his neck. My daughter and grandson home early evening and we have some laughs before bed. I struggle with my collage tonight. Tired. But muscle through to get something I’m enough satisfied with. Must to bed. Perhaps the sky will be dry tomorrow.