March Musings '19: Celebrating Writing

31 days of writing
31 slices of thoughts
from winter into spring

writing muscles were pumped.

I wrote when I was joyful and other

times when I was felt sheer exhaustion.

I wrote to share feelings, photos, digital art.

Each day, writing was sparked and conversations 

flowed; a community of writing friends was strengthened.

I'm celebrating writing today with my global community of writing friends. We did it!

Stay tuned for my next month of writing. Join me in celebrating poetry.

Day 31 of 31 days of writing

March Slice of Life Story Challenge

Thank you to Two Writing Teachers for the opportunity to write daily this month.

March Musing '19: Spring Is In The Air!

"Spring's here."

I groggily rolled over from a deep sleep. I've been waiting for spring-like weather but was too out-of-it to get up. Just a few more moments of sleep.

The day was rich with sunshine. Birds were chirping with delight. I dragged myself out of the house. With a heavy with head, lots of aches, and kleenex-stuffed pockets, I made it to physical therapy. I can do this. 

Complaining that no doctors were available on Saturday, got me special treatment. Wow! Thanks, my sinuses are open. 

Off to yoga!

Refreshed from exercise and meditation gut still with sinus drip, off I went to Urgent Care, just in case. Flu, no!. Strep throat, no, virus, low-grade fever, yes. Home to more sleep. 

Spring is in the air. I  shall dream about it!

Day 30 of 31 days of writing

March Slice of Life Story Challenge

Two Writing Teachers

The Architecture of Snow

This year, winter brought the din of shifting winds, leaving cold temperatures wherever it went. On Long Island, snow landed and departed in a parade of short-lived storms. Gray skies became the norm. Weather reports gained importance so I searched for one as I prepared to leave Long Island for a state education conference. My destination was an even colder spot. Listening to the meteorologist's report for Albany, NY, I braced myself for a new look at winter: dirty snow piles. Instead, I was pleasantly surprised by an incredibly beautiful scene that could change anyone's mind about snow piles.  

Returning home, the gray sky and the rain washed much of what was left of the snow so I curled up reading Ralph Waldo Emerson's poem, The Snow-Storm. Struck by the word choice of the last line that evoked a vivid image, "The frolic architecture of the snow", I chose it for a strike line when writing a golden shovel poem.

entering upon the
quiet spot we frolic

pondering nature's architecture-

remnant piles of

hardened snowpacks glisten as the

visitors marvel at winter snow.
©CV, 2019

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-a slice of winter to ponder-

I now will join Two Writing Teachers for the March Slice of Life Story Challenge.

-Day 10 of 31 days of writing-