Fresh Day

Good morning,

What a glorious Monday. Fresh start, fresh day of the week, and a fresh quote for your consideration. This is from one of my favorite poets.

I thank you God for this most amazing day, 
for the leaping greenly spirits of trees, 
and for the blue dream of sky
and for everything which is natural, which is infinite, which is yes.
-e.e. cummings

I have an old paperback copy of his poems from my high school days. I loved that opening stanza so much that I made it into a poster and it hung in my bedroom for a long time.

Well, during last week’s trip to Boston we jammed in business meetings, delicious lobster, a tour of the Mapparium (a three-story-tall globe made of stained glass. You can walk through its center on a bridge. It is an exhibit at The Mary Baker Eddy Library.), and a late-night connection with a college friend in a former jail/now bar. Then it was back to St. Louis for work and finally getting some spring stuff done: planted flower boxes, cleared out a few closets and took in a baseball game (Cards beat the Diamondbacks 6 - 2) - yay!

Weekly Snippet
Here’s a snippet of what I wrote this past week:

I love the idea of flash fiction (Stories just 300-1000 words. I subscribe to Flash Fiction Magazine). They remind me of the one-minute novels enterprising people used to write in Central Park in the ‘80s. Writers would set up a folding chair with a typewriter on their laps and bang out a quick story for passersby for a couple of bucks. I remember thinking about how I would do it. I'd have a few pre-set plots at my fingertips: a romance, a caper, a remote long, last relative that leaves a fortune inheritance — all with the intent to have my client be the hero. I’d simply switch out the heroes and heroines with the names my clients gave me.

I never did it; I had pretty bad typing skills. I’d make less mistakes now. 

I did make up stories for Eric when he was a little guy, Adventures of him and his stuffed animals out in the woods behind the house or climbing through the window. They did have adventures of rescuing each other from being lost or looking for treasure. It was tough to be creative on demand every night. I had to stretch to come up with new plots — only to find out much, much later from Eric that it would be scary for him after the story was over and I said good night. He’d keep an eye on his stuffed animals warily, worried they’d come alive — oops. 

I thank God for you. Have a great week!