#NewThisDay Writing From My Photo Stream
La Grande Plage de les Salines
We wake to an empty house, guests departed. We breakfast on croissants and strawberries in the sunshine of our villa. To our favorite beach, at noon, we drive, and there, we set up our beach chairs near the shade of some trees, near the shade of some trees where our friends all sat with us, where, now, they are absent. The tide is high, the sea is calm, the sun burns, the water soothes. My husband joins me for my walk on the nature trail, past the points and views, and across little beaches, in shade, and then back to our quiet peaceful time at the sea. Tonight, there is a full moon, a warm breeze and here, a poem by a Caribbean poet, Derek Walcott, a poem to close another special day, for which I am grateful, this feast.
All photos and text copyright Kelly DuMar 2018
“The time will come
when, with elation
you will greet yourself arriving
at your own door, in your own mirror
and each will smile at the other’s welcome,
and say, sit here. Eat.
You will love again the stranger who was your self.
Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart
to itself, to the stranger who has loved you
all your life, whom you ignored
for another, who knows you by heart.
Take down the love letters from the bookshelf,
the photographs, the desperate notes,
peel your own image from the mirror.
Sit. Feast on your life. ”