That has been the work of my life up till now. Oh, I've had jobs, but they pale. Now, I work at being a writer. Lately I've not been working very hard. (I know, I know, go easy on myself). Tomorrow will be a day after a transition. The house will be quiet - my husband doesn't make too much noise in his basement office. My time will be my own. I hope to write. I hope that what's rattling around in my head can find a way out. I woke this morning at 3:30am, brain buzzing, but with nothing even worth getting up to jot down. Now I have to get dressed and prepare for the day.
The leaves are actually starting to fall. Just brown and crumpled. Weeds are going to seed. There is a dryness in the air after our soggy summer. Change.
3 comments:
i love what you write about..not..not what but how you write about your children...i really do...
here the air is dry and cool...over night most leaves in the park turned brown and red and yellow...a storm tore down a lot as well..naked trees lift their arms in they pale blue sky..like they are ready to take what will be served...
Robin, I'm feeling that same thing right now. I can't seem to focus on writing and I don't know why. There is definitely change in the air. :S
BTW, being a mom is a badge of pride in my opinion. It's my Oldest's senior year of high school this year. They grow up so fast!
"I hope to write."
Here's an invitation to breathe consciously, too.
I've noticed a few leaves that seemed to go straight to brown — other than that I have not seen much fall color on the trees yet, but the chill in the air at the baseball game really alerted me to the seasonal change.
Hugs.
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