Warming up

Music is drifting into the apartment from the sound system at the school fair at the Peabody School. It's a great variety of songs. Now one of those full-lunged, deep-throated country women singers is singing what must be a fairly popular song, to electric guitar and climactic chord changes. Kami has spent the morning on a "calculation," one that he has managed to make a breakthrough on, in one morning, after his postdocs couldn't do a thing with it in a month. He says it's exciting, but will take years to prove. The air is cool after our half week of heat, when the humidity came overnight and has now left again. Our air is utterly changeable, here at the crux of a massive airstream from central Canada on one side and the northerly Atlantic on another. I find it vulnerable, to be always and unpredictably at the mercy of whatever will blow in next.
So I entered a poetry contest again and don't have to use this non-existent site to share my intensity with the world.
I sold a piece at Open Studios, it was called Door and I am feeling seen and recognized there as well as in my budding activities as a "therapist." A woman who comes consistently the depressoin support group says she wishes I could be her therapist, that I'm exactly what she's looking for! I told Terry and he said I want you to really feel nourished by that.
I have decided to start writing consistently again, why not warm up here? The commitment I need to make is to a time each morning where I just be in my body and whatever comes up. This is where I experience my divinity. It is my life's work. If I am to share it with others, I need to have really done it with myself. Get up and ground, and breathe and see what news things I can feel. I did this today on Robin's porch in the sun and I felt like a priest doing an ancient ritual. The ritual of slowing down and coming down into the present moment.