It's not a typo. You probably already know about NaNoWriMo, where people write a novel in November. I am not so ambitious. You get a post. Every day. I've tried it before, and I flaked out around day 3. Keep me honest, folks. Help me. Comment, respond, question. If I just wanted to write for myself, I'd do so. I have a pretty journal with an owl on it for just that purpose. This is for you.
Today, small son and I went for a little walk in the woods. It's a small woods, between the big cemetery and a lake. It's a wildlife refuge, but our only animal sightings were of some annoyed blue jays and an industrious squirrel. I was amazed by the effect of being quietly in nature. Small son was silent, watchful, at peace as we made our way to the car afterwards. It was only 15 minutes, but it brought us back to ourselves. We needed that --I needed it-- after the wildness of Halloween last night.
We're heading into a quiet season. This was the right way to start.
Hi. That's me. I write, sometimes, about parenting, storytelling, and about living a life with stories.