#NewThisDay Writing From My Photo Stream
Tree Tops
“If the imagination intoxicates the poet, it is not inactive in other men. The metamorphosis excites in the beholder an emotion of joy. . . We seem to be touched by a wand, which makes us dance and run about happily, like children. We are like persons who come out of a cave or cellar into the open air. ”
I am not at peace with the election of a new president. My mind and my heart and my spirit counted on an opposite outcome. The buzz of the news and the neighborhood chatter - bothers my ears. It's confusing and chaotic with so many trusted ideas turned upside down. What I imagined as probable was wrong. An impossibility has materialized - shocking. When I am in the woods, I trust my imagination will awaken to new possibilities.
“(now the ears of my ears awake and
now the eyes of my eyes are opened)”
All photos and text copyright Kelly DuMar, 2016 unless otherwise attributed