Dia the Doula

(Why am I naming days?)

7/14/14, Day, 13, 950: Dia the Doula

This day is so named because Heather and I had a long meeting with our doula, whose name is indeed the alliteratively assonant Dia (learn more about her here). She’s smart and has a great energy, and our conversation was really valuable. Every day, we’re taking steps to prepare for the birth and what comes after. What will happen to this daily-ish diary once our Sesi is born? Reader, I do not know.

After that meeting and a long day at TCG, I lay outside on the terrace as the rain fell inches away from me. I remembered the knock of the rain on my skylight in my room growing up, the drum of it in my studio on Martha’s Vineyard, the ping of it on the corrugated roof of Little Pond, and above all, the sound of rain and ocean together from Sandy Neck, that great calling of deep things and all I needed to do was flip a switch in my mind, slip out the window and become a thing aquatic…

Technique never stands still: it only advances or retreats…

Writing: 107 out of 124 days (Faust)
Spanish: 95 out of 124 days
Music: 11 out of 29 days

What small things did I do yesterday to help build the Honeycomb?
(And what does it mean to “Help build the honeycomb?”)

Published by CorinnaSchulenburg

Artist and Activist

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