Kelly DuMar

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#NewThisDay Writing From My Photo Stream

I heard a Fly buzz – when I died – 
The Stillness in the Room
Was like the Stillness in the Air – 
Between the Heaves of Storm – . . .

~ Excerpt from I heard a Fly buzz (465), Emily Dickinson

Just a night of being unable to really fall asleep, and so I woke unrested, early, to finishing prepping for the next week’s lesson in my How Pictures Heal course, and then have time to walk before my Farm Pond Writer’s Webinar, as we could not meet in person today. When I realized I was restless and sleepless, my body still felt tired and so I did what I often do when sleepless and put some classical music on next to my ear. There is a wonderful two hour BBC recording of Yo Yo Ma performing, without stopping, the six Bach Cello Suites, and so I played that, and dozed and woke an dozed, but it was soothing without being overly stimulating. I walked with Charlie, not Suzi, and talked to friends while I walked, so I didn’t notice so much the woods around me, as I usually do. But I felt satisfied with a long conversation, a rambling one, covering a lot of territory. We’re cocooning. The house feels full and a bit distracting, but happily so. My Farm Pond Writer’s webinar was fully enriching, the prompt I led engendered powerful conversation and writing and sharing. A rich meal. I got my How Pictures Heal new lesson launched and was able to find a space for a much needed nap: sudden exhaustion. And tonight, a free night, the first since Saturday, and some much desired family time talking over so many things. And then we watched the debates which was stimulating and less distressing than the previous one. And I made a heaping bowl of popcorn at my pregnant daughter’s request, and gave both my girls shoulder massages and felt filled up by the evening. And now, the moon, still bright, shining into my darkened room, cheerfully, and a window open to cool, fresh air of October. I sense the damp quiet of the trees being alive in the darkness, being alive and in their own secret, powerful ways of communicating with each other. Their own family time.