Soaked in Rain and Glory

I went on a picnic yesterday…complete with friend, egg salad, onion rolls, plums, drinks, and a bench along the Hudson. We spoke of many things, as we always do. Those things gradually began to include the lightning off in the distance, the curtains of rain visible in the clouds beyond us, and the increasing choppiness…

Opening up

I don’t know who JD is—an in tune little girl, a thoughtful young boy—but the freshly pressed and tidy child sitting next to me on the bus a couple of mornings ago was telling me about attending a birthday celebration for her/him. The story began with my companion bus rider practicing her nouns. Dog! Window!…

Salt Water Clay

Salt Water Clay I do not knowif it is the beauty of recognitionor the marvelof what is saved from imagination sothat it might bloom with experience. But there are those times— when the gloryof an honest heart issinging its songor writing its Word orsculpting its emotionand meets in another heartthe warm reception of honor— that…

Sleeping Loose

I love the idea of sleeping loose rather than sleeping tight. I close the evening email to a friend with the wish “sleep loose.” Tonight I decided to explore that notion a bit…to see what it might look like. sleeping loose when you hearthe sparkleof dreams a’comingand see the wide, free colorsof the tracks aheadand…

Disponible

It has been a while since posting anything new. Forgive me, those of you who check regularly and are wondering where I have been! The end of the school year is not my most reflective time. The chaotic schedule of different activities and celebrations, the hype level of my students, my goofballs, my borrowed daughters,…