#NewThisDay Writing From My Photo Stream
Chicory in bloom
Skimming through Twitter tonight,I am grateful to find this tweet, a quote from Muriel Rukeyser, about the blessing of seeds:
“Tiferet Journal Retweeted
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Nourish beginnings, let us nourish beginnings.
Not all things are blest, but the
seeds of all things are blest.
The blessing is in the seed.”
Haphazardly is how the wildflowers and flowering weeds grow from seeds, and I feel blessed to walk among them. This morning, Suzi and Charlie both. Suzi is done being pampered for her arthritis. Yesterday, she ran away from home when none of us was looking. Was discovered, happy in the yard of a neighbor, who couldn't reach us at home. Posted her picture and description: yellow lab, pink collar, and a picture on nextdoor social media. And still no response to her urgent call. (I was in Boston at the March!) So, she kindly drove Suzi to the police station where they gave her water and a great amount of affection. I met a kind policeman in my driveway coming home from the march. He had come looking for us. Suzi was waiting to be picked up at the station! So, a happy reunion and homecoming. She's not limping anymore, so we rambled and rambled through the summer woods and meadows of the Charles Link trail. I found two dragonflies in the meadow, mating?
Before I walked I submitted poems that grew from seeds. All were blessed from seeds, like wildflowers and weeds, of my daily walks. These were the ones that survived revision and are now the poems of my third chapbook - almost finished assembling, almost ready for submission. Tweaking the title and order of the poems. Walking back to my car down Newbury Street yesterday under the roasting sun I realized the chapbook may be waiting for one last poem seeding itself in my hot head.
All photos and text ©Kelly DuMar 2018