~laughs~

As I sit here in utter calmness...well, sort of....I am always in search of the words....the words that come to mind in the most opportune times.....Ruth Stone, an admired writer, which I like has written......or maybe it was Robert Frost......"My writings come to me in the strangest of moments, like a wind" .....hence the reason I need to have paper, technology with me....so I can write these gusts I often get....today...I offer sporadic gusts of that wind which may be the most suiting for the wind that howls at my current window. 

Beside me it's getting loud.....those two fighting....

I'm hidden in a room

They don't know where I am

and 

I write as if I had dementia to tell you my story today......

Elenanor Roosevelt said we must grow accustom as mothers to write in the presence of children.....I'm beginning to wonder if she had written much or she just lied to us.....I can't seem to ever build that barrier to thought and its process in the presence of commotion. 

Today it's cloudy. Warm. Too Warm for today and this date. Five years ago we had snow. Last year in Vermont, I had a bounty of snow. 

Things that are good in the world you ask? 

Health. THWBAT....: (The human will be able to) Yeah, it's cheesy, but you may fill it in with whatever you wish. Mine, for today, is health. 

In addition, I'm pretty happy about the process of how I arrived to my current thinking and rationale of the world. And. Also. The fact that today.....we are actually doing something in the face of so much divergent thinking for our environment: Yes, today their is a large discussion happening globally and that is our planet. I am happy for this. 

I leave you with these words by Wendell Berry, so they may dance within your heart.

May you create a world where wild sparrows sit amongst your limbs. (Disclaimer: this was not by Jack Handy)......:) 

The Peace of Wild Things

BY WENDELL BERRY

When despair for the world grows in me

and I wake in the night at the least sound

in fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be,

I go and lie down where the wood drake

rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.

I come into the peace of wild things

who do not tax their lives with forethought

of grief. I come into the presence of still water.

And I feel above me the day-blind stars

waiting with their light. For a time

I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.

Ha. a little humor to laugh at....

this happened.

My youngins in my classroom!