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Pink dogwood flower by Rebecca Andre

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Rebecca

Passionate about stories and images, with a career doing what I love as a freelance reporter and lifestyle writer/photographer. I am able to focus on family while working from my mountain home in the Catskills of New York. To state a time-honored cliche, "If you love what you do, you never work a day in your life."

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Day 17 - T E A T O T H E R E S C U E - And pumpkin bread too. ☕️ Steam and chamomile My favorite mug beckons Anxiety drowns ☕️ A return to the simple things, like baking to warm the house, like blending herbs to warm my soul, like writing a haiku to end the day. (The above blend is whole chamomile flowers, vanilla rooibos and a pinch of senna.) ☕️ #coronaviruschronicles #nationalpoetrymonth #poemaday #poetryheals #todayshaiku #keepcalmanddrinktea #catskillmountains #istillloveny #posteveryday #ShelterInPoems @poemsorg

National Poetry Month is NOT Cancelled - “April 1st is not a day for fools, or fishing. For me, it is the day that kicks off one of my favorite times of the year: an entire month dedicated to poetry. Often, I find myself writing new or editing older works, reading these works at an open mic or literary festival, and participating in local events that highlight Poetry” ☀️ And so begins the latest blog, full version found at link above. Here is today’s poem: ☀️ Layover at Penn Station — I ate lunch in the sun, just beyond the shadow of two Great Ladies: The Empire State Building and the upturned chin of a Lady Gaga Comes To Vegas billboard. I feel better now, I am in New York. — Leaving dark caves of tunnels and trains, the Unforgiving Underground. Like a miner returning home to fields and family smiles, I know in a little while I will be greeted by the Hudson and her companion, The Catskill Mountains. — And though I hail from Charm City, just below the Mason Dixon - these hills are my home. This is where my true love lives. where a fire waits to warm my toes and my daughter greets with a screaming hello. — Where the long awaited sun eventually shines on my maple covered backyard. Where the coyotes sing me back towards the wild. Where the shaded streams gleam and music actually means something. ☀️ © Rebecca Andre ☀️ Image credit, Poets.org: The official April 2020 National Poetry Month poster features the artwork of Samantha Aikman, winner of this year's National Poetry Month Poster Contest for Students. Aikman's design was selected by judges Alison Bechdel, renowned cartoonist, and former U.S. Poet Laureate Juan Felipe Herrera. It features the following line from the poem "Remember" by current U.S. Poet Laureate, Joy Harjo: “Remember all is in motion, is growing, is you.” ☀️ #coronaviruschronicles #nationalpoetrymonth #poemaday #poetryheals #theunessentialphotographer #laughdontcry #catskillmountains #istillloveny #posteveryday #ShelterInPoems @poetsorg

Day....14, or is it 15, 16? - G R O U N D H O G D A Y - I just wanted to crawl under a rock for an undetermined period of time. Like Phil, I could pop my head out every couple weeks to see if there is a Coronavirus shadow still lurking. (Speaking of Phil, while he was predicting an early spring this year, ya think he could have give us a “heads up” about this little hole we all find ourselves in?) 🐾 Finding a rock to hide under is very easy in these woods, almost too easy. I wonder about the creatures that have settled here before me, seeking out protection, quiet, and comfort. I look for signs of recent inhabitants before I explore too far into the natural nook created by these huge boulders that collided and settled centuries ago. Trees and saplings grow beneath, around, and above the rocks to form a welcoming nest. The sun pours in on the open side and warms the bed of leaves and dirt. It’s coziness and promise of complete isolation beckons me. I want to crawl in and fall asleep for as many days, weeks, months it takes for normalcy to return... 🐾 Then, the sun falls beneath the mountains, a chill sets in immediately as the rock turns grey and cold. I decide to head back to my cabin, where there is warmth, family, chocolate and Lysol - everything I need to survive this extended winter. 🐾 #coronaviruschronicles #myforest #groundhogday #getsomesun #theunessentialphotographer #laughdontcry #catskillmountains #istillloveny #posteveryday

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