1. Watching children wake up. They’re like spiders, beginning all curled in on themselves, and then there’s the release of the limbs and suddenly they’re all elbows and knees and long limbs flailing and twisting. I think there are only four limbs per kid, but I wouldn’t be surprised some days if there were eight.
2. August suppers: corn on the cob and tomato sandwiches and blueberries.
3. Making spaces: I spent yesterday in my classroom, puttering and making spaces, getting ready for my students. The excitement is beginning outweigh the worries about not being ready enough.
4. Sweaty little hands in mine. I feel time passing, feel their childhoods slipping by at a rate that makes me uneasy. I want to hold onto those little hands as long as I can.
5. Butterflies everywhere. The flowerbeds are alive with all manner of swallowtails and commas and question marks (English teachers have their own butterflies!), and I keep seeing monarchs whenever I am driving anywhere. Fly safely, little ones!
(6. Bonus: In last night’s dream, Billy Collins came to visit, and we recited his poetry together. I even recited some Mary Oliver for him, and he was impressed.)
May we walk in Beauty!