#NewThisDay Writing From My Photo Stream
Woke tired from a late night arriving home from a workshop in West Hartford, Connecticut at midnight, and I nodded off while writing my blog in bed. So, there are more ways to rest than staying in bed. Rest on my walk in the woods and meadow, my whole body leaned in close to the tiny loveliness of springing buds. The pussy willow brightening my eyesight. Clarity. Rest by wondering, and I am in a tender mood this way, tender with being tired. Even when Charleston misbehaves, runs toward the workmen on the rails across the street and I have to chase him, shouting, coaxing, and get lucky, he is safe on the other side of the street by the time I am able to grab him by the collar, attach the leash. It isn't much of a scolding. He's sorry. He just cannot help how much he is drawn to the company of men working from trucks. Because, often, there are treats.
Tonight, in honor of my daughter turning 21 this week, after dinner, my husband and daughters and I go into the woods at dusk, under the huge pines, and we have a little fire in the dirt, my husband makes this, we burn sage brought back from the Chama River reserve in New Mexico, for our quiet ceremony by the river.
"When you do something from your soul, you feel a river moving in you, a joy.."
All photos and text ©Kelly DuMar 2018