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About 3 years ago, my sister Beth moved from Austin, TX to Baton Rouge, from 7 hours away to 1.5 on a good day.

On Friday we had a long phone conversation and decided that since we both had Monday free, I would drove over to Baton Rouge for the day.

Beth is immersed in an intense yoga training, so she used me as a guinea pig to practice her instruction. I was excited to get a free yoga class. She has even learned some of the difficult words.

For lunch we met up with one of her new friends from yoga training. They were cute as they talked about the energy of the chakra teacher. What I enjoyed about having a third person at lunch was it gave me and Beth the opportunity to tell some of our shared history. We talked about stories from our childhood in which we had different perspectives. Beth is seven years younger, so when I talked about the flood of ‘79, I spoke about trauma while Beth saw it as an adventure. We both recognized and learned that family and community are most important.

Blooming wisteria

The spring day was a beauty with wisteria blooming on a trellis at the outdoor restaurant. Beth remembers wisteria growing near our childhood home. Wisteria is a strong growing plant that symbolizes a strength and resilience that Beth is feeling drawn to. We didn’t, however, sit near the hovering flowers because they were covered in bees.

We ended our day together by getting pedicures, a pure luxury.

Beth and I chose similar polish colors.

I traveled home feeling refreshed and refueled. Totally worth the travel time.

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Happy Monday. I am packing for Leigh Anne’s analog party. She invited Slicers to write about what they would take in a bag without devices. As we get more and more dependent on the darn things, I welcomed this invitation to keep the phone in my pocket and spend some time doing things that give me pleasure.

The first bag I grab whenever I am taking a long car ride or going to crochet group is my bag of crochet projects. I’m using this lovely bag that was hand stitched by my friend and writing group partner, Mary Lee Hahn.

Bag design by Mary Lee Hahn. In the circle is a blackout poem printed on the fabric and blacked out by beautiful stitches.

Most recently, I am making amigurumi birds to accompany my new board book. I’m taking the bird, book, and National Geographic Kids to visit with my grandchildren.

I can’t go anywhere these days without my calendar. In retirement I’m using a paper calendar rather than the one on my phone. The squares are big enough to write what I need to do on a given day and the margins are places I write notes to myself. For example, the address of the carpenter I need to send a check to.

Calendar and notebook

I like using a small notebook, easy to carry. This style comes in packs of three, one to use and three to give away.

This last little notebook is wishful thinking. Ever since I read Amy Tan’s The Backyard Bird Chronicles, I’ve wanted to sketch and paint birds. I took a class with Cornell Lab of Ornithology and bought this small sketchbook. One of these days I will settle down and paint.

Have you written about your analog bag? Here’s a link to Leigh Anne’s blog where you can read about others and add your own link.

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Saturday was the first day of March’s Open Write on Ethical ELA. Anna J. Small Roseboro is leading the prompts around women for National Women’s History Month.

I wrote an acrostic dedicated to my mother, Dot Gibson. I am coming to a place 8 months after her death where I can remember her before Alzheimer’s took her from me.

My mother Dot in the center feeling joy with my brother, left, and “Elvis.”

Dedicated to the church
Open hearted
Teacher

Giving smiles through the doorway
Inviting southern drawl
Best friend
Sympathetic listener
Optimistic
Never leaving me

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When I don’t know what to write, I take a walk. Yesterday, Albert (“Al-bear”) and I set out for our neighborhood walk, but there was a stray dog roaming around. Albert could not focus. He wanted to go play with this new friend. I’m wary when it’s a dog I don’t know, so I dragged him back home and decided to drive to City Park.

A whole new playground for my 2 year old doodle with many new smells to investigate and large ducks to chase.

I love a morning where the sun is refracted by fog. I spotted a wood duck perched in a tree above the pond. I could hear their distinct call of warning, “Dog. Dog. Dog.” “Eek. Eek. Eek.”

I felt rejuvenated. Who knows? I may take this route more often.

Convenient trail measurements
Devil’s Pond
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Poetry Friday Roundup is with Tanita today at her blog—fiction instead of lies.

Yesterday I walked into The Pie Bar carrying my new baby, What’s That Sound? Birds of the Bayou. I was hoping to meet with the owner to ask him to place it in the gift shop. When I came in, there was Tammy from church having a glass of wine on the leather sofa.

Tammy said, “I want to get your book for my new grandbaby.” So the book I had in my hand went to her new baby, Joy.

“To Joy—Listen close!” I drew a little bird emoji, and handed my new baby to Tammy.

I went back out to my car. (Have books, will travel). This time I grabbed two just in case.

I was meeting my friend and fellow picture book writer Mary Beth for a critique session. Mary Beth doesn’t have grandchildren yet, but she works with young kids as an OT.

“Of course I want one,” said Mary Beth. “We have to support each other, and besides, it’s precious.”

I also caught the owner, and he said he would stock it in the gift shop. “I always want to support local authors.”

This baby has taken a while to come to life. Now that he’s here, I am pleased to pass him around for others to enjoy.

Signing books at our local independent bookstore, Books Along the Teche.

If you are interested in participating in the Kidlit Progressive Poem in April, please pop over to this post and comment. April is coming soon.

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I was having lunch when I heard the loud Boom! I looked out the kitchen window beyond the peaceful bird feeder and whirlygig to see a huge truck, 18 wheeler, with the power pole and power lines wrapped around the incredible load. What happened?

When I first went outside, I saw smoke rising, so I called 911.

“What is your emergency?”

I explained as best I could that in the curve of the road, an 18 wheeler had taken down a power pole and there was smoke.

The neighbors gathered as we kept a safe distance. It wasn’t long before the first responders came.

But the true heroes of the day were the electric company workers. At one time I counted 7 Cleco trucks.

Brandon (we became pals through the ordeal) came to me and said, “It’s gonna to be a while.”

I imagined days, but he assured me they would finish before dark.

I said, “What was the truck doing here?”

Apparently, DOTD had given him the route to take and he’d already run into trees along the way. But this accident had knocked out power for a whole neighborhood!

A little before 6 PM, I was going to my car to go to choir practice, and Brandon walked up again.

“Everyone has power but your house. You have 3 way so you need to call an electrician.”

I texted my husband and called the company he suggested. After going through a long automated system, the AI person said it would be 3 days.

Brandon said, “Don’t worry about it. I know a guy.”

Soon, Fox was here, checking out our system. All the guys gathered around. I couldn’t help but think “How many Cleco workers does it take to power a house?”

By 7 PM we had power restored. Those guys are my new heroes.

Whew! What a day!

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Each Wednesday I post a photo that appeals to my poetic senses. I invite you to join me in writing a small poem, poem of presence, in the comments and support other writers with encouragement.

Today’s photo is by a local retired teacher photographer Lory Landry. We do not live in the Bluebonnet state of Texas; however, we have a neighbor who has successfully planted bluebonnets in a ditch near the road. I’m tempted every year to stop and romp through the flowers. It appears that Lory did just that and took her camera along. It takes a steady hand and skills to capture a busy bee.

Bluebonnets by Lory Landry

Starburst blooms bluest
blue, gathers spring energy
buzz-bee sips sweet dew

Margaret Simon, draft

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Currently, the mourning dove echoes in the dawning light.

Currently, a fluff of doodle sniffs my coffee mug, licks my writing hand.

Currently, (and once again) my tender plants are inside, protected from the unseasonable cold.

Currently, coffee kicks in and my feeble brain wakes up.

Currently, tufted titmouse bows into the feeder flicking seeds to the cardinal below.

Currently, I open a text from Carolyn “yoga at 11:30” inviting me to her home where rainbows reflect on our mats.

Currently, I read about fog from Molly and Kim, quietly hoping for a foggy day to catch a poem.

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Last week during the Teche Plein Air Competition, I attended a demo by the art judge Charlie Hunter. In addition to dumb snail jokes, he imparted some wisdom that I think could be applied to any art, writing included.

I’ve heard that on auto pilot, the plane is pointed in the wrong direction about 90% of the time, constantly correcting. When you are painting, you are constantly editing. Your mark does not have to be a genius mark.

Charlie Hunter

The scene Charlie Hunter was painting. His car is on the right.
Charlie Hunter’s finished painting

What I gained from this art demo was practice makes miracles happen. He kept telling the artists, “Draw. Draw. Draw.”

Watching him work while constantly chatting was watching a miracle happen. He would dab paint here and there, erase with a paper towel, stick a q-tip in his mouth and remove paint with the small tip. He even used a squeegee to make the telephone poles. He worked around the bright white focal point of the empty parking lot. Amazing!

What I don’t need to mention is that he was painting with his left hand. He has no use of his right arm.

Perspective, vision, erasing…how can we translate this instruction to our own writing?

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This morning I perused my inbox for inspiration, passing things by. It’s Sunday. I want rest and something spiritual to offer.

In Padràig ÓTauma’s substack newsletter, he posted a Rumi poem.

Here are my responses to Rumi’s questions.

What kind of hunter?

Art in the wild!

Where is your flower?

Native flowers bursting in my garden

Where is your light?

Stella making bird art, a test run for my book release party.