Last year, I posted this picture I took at the Lancaster Science Factory. This past weekend I was reading about the colors of light. Somehow I can’t quite figure out the primaries here–they look the same as physical pigments to me, or like the secondaries of light: turquoise, magenta, and yellow. My tech kids at school would be able to explain it to me, I bet. I am taking a personal day next month to accompany my first-grader’s class on a field trip to the same place. I will make sure my group hangs out in the light room for a while.
I wrote the following poem/piece last year when we were learning that my friend Kyla’s heart and lung issues were due to Emery Dreifuss Muscular Dystrophy. Just last week, she was approved by the Duke University Hospital Transplant Team to go on their heart transplant list. Now a new kind of waiting commences.
“There is much I would write this morning, so much I need to learn about myself today,
if only I could write it out. There is a prayer of sorts, waiting to find its way into the world,
to cast its golden threads through the air.
There is a poem waiting too, about a mother and a daughter,
about the house of the heart, about how I want to join
with a village of women to encircle that house, to sing,
to gather river water, to cook beans and rice, to comb their hair, to sit in silence,
to hold their feet in our hands, to anoint them with precious oils.
Perhaps this is that poem.”
1. Health: One boy is up and bright-eyed. Both of them stayed home yesterday, but there is no way that this is going to let himself miss March Math Madness. Last year he helped bring his Kindergarten class the trophy for their age group, and he is determined to do the same for first grade this year. I, too, was not doing well yesterday. I was sure I was getting an ear infection yesterday, but the shooting pains and the hot ear are back to normal today.
2. Flexibility. Schedules. Spines. Attitudes.
3. Whoever that is singing out in the neighbor’s walnut tree. Sun must be rising.
4. Easter Break is coming, and I have a couple built-in snow days to enjoy, but now in spring-time weather.
5. Last night’s dream. I think it was a game. There were bins and racks of fabrics and old clothes and costume jewelry and things, and we were told to make something interesting. I was having so much fun tearing an old linen sheet into strips to crochet into a scarf when my alarm woke me. I had my eye on some blue-green yarn, and now I am afraid someone else got it. Sigh.
May we walk in Beauty!