Tuesday, 12th May, 2020
50th day of Lockdown
Dear Diary,
Good Morning!
Lovely sweet morning so light
5th hour of new day
so light so pastel quiet still
no birds yet
silent garden breathes softly
softly waiting
waiting with me
together
another moment
maybe two
N O W
the Sun
the Sun is here
here to stay
to stay the day
I’ll walk
with you
the blue sky walk
be cloud of light
translucent
5th hour of new day
hour of writing
celebration
liberation
N O W
And the morning rolled out, naturally, into the whole day of sunny writing --
with all the happy breaks -- for musings:
with my husband over a cup of coffee on the different life now;
with my dear widowed friend in a far away country on happiness of marriage that death cannot take away;
with my son who is ill and tries nearly successfully to live as if he was not;
with my husband on Parisian jazz after watching together a film about a new jazz club there;
with my most dear friend in an email about writing, its ebbs and flows and tempests; editions;
with my husband over the lovely breakfast, lunch and supper that he beautifully cooked;
with my Book Club friends Zooming on the attractions of biography/autobiography/writing/ /BC’s acting genius;
And yes, my writing -- so much time still left now, that we do not have to go out;
the todays lot: an initial re-drafting of Mme R
narrative-poetic vignettes (Childhood, Marriage,
Widow, Mother)
and for tomorrow:
I open my arms wide
to breathe in green scent of the morning
I bow to blue sky golden sun
And life in blood I start painting
Brief self portrait
retired medical professional in London
