#NewThisDay Writing From My Photo Stream
[This blog is for 5/23/18, posted on the early morning of 5/24/18]
Up and out early into the fresh morning, breeezy and summery. I stop for a last view of the river. The dogs are only momentarily distracted from their anxiety. They have seen the suitcases carried to rooms for packing. They do not yet know if they'll be included in the departure. If this is a car trip, they speculate, it means Martha's Vineyard for all of us.
But, that's not the case. And, late in the afternoon they ARE crushed when they stand by the open trunk as we head to the airport and hope to be invited to jump on. Instead, coaxed inside with a cookie. They will be very lovingly cared for in our absence.
After my walk, it's my Wednesday morning writing workshop and I have prepared a warm up. I assume we'll write outdoors, but a few clouds roll in and there's a brisk breeze over the pond, and so we head up to our writing room with a view.
Last night, in my online photo inspired writing workshop, I shared this quote with the writers. So, this morning, I share it with my workshop as well, because it speaks to process, the unconscious, and how creative writing is a holistic experience involving the psyche, the mystery of where a poem arises from, and how, I believe, it's a process of revealing, in our conscious minds, what our unconscious already knows. So, we meet in our workshops, online and in person, and, like birds, hope that we'll find and follow the currents of air that lead to a poem:
All photos and text ©Kelly DUMar 2018 unless otherwise attributed