#NewThisDay Writing From My Photo Stream
Farm Pond, Before the Afternoon Rain
During these times when our daily habits and familiar counted on experiences shift us into periods of disruption, unknown outcomes, and deprivations, we need, more than ever, to give ourselves permission to renew our spirit and generate calm and comfort. Our personal photos, whether recent or past, hold secret satisfactions that we can immediately summon through writing and reflection. We can take a few moments, somewhere in our day, to focus on something that captures our curiosity, is deeply comforting, or profoundly mysterious.
~ Kelly DuMar, TLA Blog
A walk without much pain in my glute, relief.Gratitude. Moving on, moving on, a quick healing. It’s still summery warm, but the river mists. I am grateful to wake early. Today, I write and send my newsletter, go to my morning poetry workshop. I get some helpful feedback on my poem. It’s almost there, I feel. My blog about my upcoming course for the Transformative Language Arts Network: How Pictures Heal is published. And I write in my monthly newsletter about being in this 5th year of writing my daily blog. A highlight of the day: baby shopping. I go out to a store and fill my carriage, masked and gloved, with baby clothes and some baby rattles and other fun things for my daughter’s shower. And then, as rain threatens and bruises the color of the sky, I decide to take a dip in the pond on the way home. It’s so warm, and I jump right in and swim around the island. There is a slice of sunlight left in the sky and it’s in my eyes as I turn my head up for a breath. I am alone. All the swimmers, today, in September, all the sailboats, all he kayakers and paddlers of summer are absent. It’s me, and the flocks and flocks of geese. As soon as I’m home, indoors, the sky floods, the heavy rain falls, and all the plants have their desired drink. I felt, yes, I could have skipped this swim. I felt, I am so glad that I didn’t. Today, the pond is welcoming, and I felt welcomed.
