#NewThisDay Writing From My Photo Stream
Waking up, to mountains, my view from bed: purpling mountains, like the view Georgia O'Keefe must have awoken to from her Abiquiu home; I open and close my eyelids, open and close my eyelids, I am lifting my closed lids with my fingers, slowly, asking to see with new eyes, and I see in the blue far away, a sound, like a calling, get up get outside, circle the property, for the sun is rising and breakfast begins in the lemon walled dining room with poets, just poets and quiche with tortilla crust, nourishment before workshop. A happy accident occurs - a notice flashes to me via e-mail: my photo inspired nature poem is published today, A Portal, Nearing Sixty, in the Remembered Arts journal. In the room where we're reading and sharing, listening and commenting, I am vulnerable and effective, frustrated and satisfied, unsettled. It's all such a disturbing balancing act, keeping ego in check, remembering I asked for new eyes.
All photos and text copyright Kelly DuMar 2017