"Out of hopeful green stuff woven..."
"We used to think...when I was an unsifted girl...that words were weak and cheap. Now I don't know of anything so mighty." -Emily Dickinson
Thursday, March 19, 2026
Hopelessly devoted to Jo...
Wednesday, March 18, 2026
2 Corinthians 1:3-4
Tuesday, March 17, 2026
"Annie's Song"
Monday, March 16, 2026
[And isn’t everything risk?]
16 March 2026:
Perfect poem for a solitary, Big Thoughts day. Grateful for Gregory Orr's work.
"And isn’t everything risk?
The beloved lives
Then dies,
Then (if we’re lucky)
Rises again
Into a poem or song
Or into the world
In some other form
Impossible to predict.
Simplest story, oldest tale:
Sparrows sing it
From every hedge;
And swallows, also,
From their nests on the ledge."
That there's a tornado watch in effect also feels appropriate as the weather outside veers from bright sun to storms and back again.
Sunday, March 15, 2026
"Golden"
Saturday, March 14, 2026
Another early sign...
Friday, March 13, 2026
Made it...
Thursday, March 12, 2026
Mantra...
12 March 2026: I went to sleep last night feeling bad about the way I have been showing up for the people in my life who aren’t my students. These past few months have been exhausting and I have so much on my work and life plates, but that’s just not an excuse. And it doesn't matter if I mean it or not; the damage and the way it feels is the same.
I feel awful about it. Awful.
Eventually drifted off to sleep thinking about and workshopping a mantra of sorts, a list of verbs I want to practice so I can do better: relax, listen, retract, be humble, serve. Won't write much more about them. It’s enough that I know what they mean.
Going to try. Gotta do better. Nothing matters more.
