Godsends and Thanksgiving

I feel as if I’ve been so busy, this whole year. Being busy is a double-edged sword. I like busy, especially if it’s because I have tons of ideas and projects in my writing—poetry, novels, my blog, several pressing goals or deadlines. The more I write, the more I write.

Besides, it keeps me involved. It ups my production, too, which is great. After my recovery, when I missed writing so much, there is such a joy, just to write.

I want to write even more. I forget there is this other life that calls me, needs me, is my heart. This other life I love, that I’m so lucky I have. My civilian life, so to speak.

Still I find being too busy is much preferred to boredom or illness.

I am never bored, but I certainly do forget things…like my Godsends. I only just realized it’s been months and so many Godsends, since I blogged about them. October’s colorful leaf display, Halloween, spook alleys.

Well, November won’t go by without me mention some:

• Scattered brittle leaves in copper, old gold and bronze
• Wood smoke curling welcome around my shoulders
• Stormy scarlet sunrises and sunsets (check out this one http://http://ourstorydaybyday.blogspot.com/)
• The first spit of snow
• Magpies kibitzing about the free walnuts I donate to them
• Poetry workshops stretching my poetic muscles
• Homemade lavender soap
• The extra hour sleep
• Flannel sheets
• Thanksgiving—in the heart, for the tradition, the dinner and oh, yes, for the writing.