1. More wonderful student music last night at my school–everything from fiery Vivaldi violins to Christmas pieces to a gentle jazzy rendition of Amy Winehouse’s “Valerie.” I went with my boy, who plays cello and trombone. He, of course, had to sit right behind the sound booth, so he could watch that action.
2. Mercy. From the Old Etruscan for “exchange.” Cynthia Bourgeault speaks of “inter-abiding” with the Divine. Mercy.
3. Poetry Unit with the 9th Graders. When I announced that we are starting poetry in my three English 9 classes, I only heard one groan (and that from the obligatory groaner–there’s one in every crowd–I could say, “Hey Gang, time for candy!” and this one would groan). They left class chatting about the poems they were going to write. Aaaaah.
4. The intersection of this world and the real world. Yesterday when I was dropping off some Scholastic forms at the library, I ran into a friend from online, someone I have only met in person three or four times, but whose heart is dear to me.
5. Story. Narrative. Literature. The way people’s hearts gather ’round, as at a campfire, when someone says, “Let me tell you a story.”
May we walk in Beauty!