Friday, June 19, 2020
Don't look but my desperation showed Thursday.
Then I went to my Hermitage on Lake Lemon, had a couple of gin and tonics and listened to The New World Symphony on WFIU while I wrote.
All that tension bunched up let loose as I remembered myself as the luckiest man on the face of the Earth.
After finishing a screenplay last week -- and taking a week away before editing -- I've turned more attention to a loose collection of humor poems about nature under the heading, "Get Me the F*** Out of These Woods." My goal is to have 60 poems by the end of July. If not quality -- then quantity.
Then I walked out of the Hermitage this morning, greeted by this beauty.
One of the revelations of these last weeks is I have not done a good job of taking care of myself and slowing time to notice the small graces around me.
As I become accustomed -- at least temporarily -- to this current lifestyle, I will be taking the upcoming weekend off.
Thanks for reading.
Peace and beauty unto you, my brothers and sisters.
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