All the Elements Came to play Danced and sang And went their way Fire in Moon Moon in Fire The South whispered secrets Of North's dark desire Bring me your frankness Your spices and ice Weave in the lemongrass Bundle this tight Walk all the quarters Crouch on the ground Fill sacred space With a … Continue reading Irresistible #organization
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Irresistible Haunts
In the great stilling of the year, we walk in woods, marked with evidence of winter who, like a tourist, visited and departed in a great sky river I witness above last night's fire out under the great Moon and Clouds unfolding stories: the cow jumping over the moon the speed of a cargo plane … Continue reading Irresistible Haunts
Irresistible Day
Dæg byþ drihtnes sond, deore mannum, mære metodes leoht, myrgþ and tohiht eadgum and earmum, eallum brice. The Anglo-Saxon Rune poem We are almost 16 weeks into this 2020 edition of a Covid school year; school is still more about adrenaline than passion. As drive myself through adrenal fatigue and increasing #pain cycles, there is … Continue reading Irresistible Day
I hear them all
https://youtu.be/yR-1v-Si7bs I hear them all. The voices of my students past and present echo in this circus stripped from the natural place where learning should go into the words of best practices and waivers and emails, and wait! don't move from your computer (like that's healthy), and here's a 100 page document to read yesterday, … Continue reading I hear them all
Of elephants and lions and little birds
When great souls die,the air around us becomeslight, rare, sterile.We breathe, briefly.Our eyes, briefly,see with a hurtful clarity.Our memory, suddenly sharpened,examines, gnaws on kind wordsunsaid, promised walksnever taken.Maya Angelou, "When Great Trees Fall" excerpt For days now, I've hobbled around, tears falling on every inch of our yard and house, crying with great fury and … Continue reading Of elephants and lions and little birds
Fama Volat.
Aeneas at Dido's Court, Pierre-Narcisse Guérin (1774–1833), Musée du Louvre, Paris. The Athenaeum. Today for my 2nd week of summer, I have puttered around the house, straightening and cleaning, fidgeting mostly, like I have some business to do with school or something I wrote down that I need to remember (but I did all those … Continue reading Fama Volat.
