Saturday, August 27, 2016

Mornings at my table, afternoons in the river



      When I take a few days to do something solitary, I'm astounded at the effect. 
       I planned these 3 days thinking that I would write non-stop, but I actually swam 
       in a green-blue river for hours, wandered its bank, and sat on a big flat rock--
       knee-deep in the water and "noodling"--going from one idea to another, 
       trying on memories--holding them up to the light.