#NewThisDay Writing From My Photo Stream

Such cool mornings, so fresh in the woods. There is a wonderful, lush patch of jack-in-the-pulpits spreading wildly this year in the moist shade of the wetlands near the  brook on our property, and I'm so pleased. It's one of my absolute favorite wild plants, and in previous years I've seen it growing thinly here and there in this spot. This year, they bloom gigantically! 

Like the plants on the forest floor, my creative life this June is thriving. And so I am quite busy, all day long, and happily so. Crazy busy! Because I feel this profound sense of vitality. Feel it? No, I'm creating it. I'm making it so, because I am passionate and have the good fortune to know and be connected to so many talented people. I seek them out, I find them. I honor their creative lives; I want so much to support people's creative expression. This is how I live my life. Like the jack-in-the-pulpit, rooted and colonizing and being part of my tribe.

Ah, but what is this blue unbroken egg beneath my red maple? What nest has been raided? How did it land here, and why? It's so tiny, how did I happen to see it this morning, and why did I even find it? Somehow, it saw me, as I walked near this tree that I admire so. I'm sorry about this egg that has lost its nest, that has no home, that will no longer incubate and hatch. I'm sorry for the mother bird who lost it.

For what it's worth, I make a home for it here, at least for tonight. I tuck it into my writing day, I nest it in my consciousness and let it sink, here, in my head on the pillow. How will it dream in me tonight, what will be hatched from this idea?

All photos and text copyright Kelly DuMar 2018